If I'm ever forced to attend one of those gatherings that anyone sensible would rather not be at, you know the sort of thing, waiters wandering around with soggy canopes and cheap fizz, celebrating the opening or launching of something tiresome usually, you almost always encounter someone who asks you what you "do".
I habitually tell them that I spend most of my time messing around with ladies shoes.
Generally has the desired effect of them quickly moving on and finding some other poor victim.
;-)
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