These Damned Heels

These heels are killing me. My wife laid out this outfit for me to wear to come meet her downtown. She said I should take the train. But just walking from the car to the train station was torture. I really have to get more practice in heels.
It's the funniest thing though, every time I stopped to rub my sore ankles I heard brakes screeching and I also heard at least one fender-bender accident. People seem to be very careless driving these days.
I also heard a couple of "wolf" whistles and I tried to spot the hot woman who prompted them but I guess I missed them by the time I looked around.