Confirming My Suspicions That I Am Actually a Fictional Character Because This Shit Can't Happen in Real Life, Right?

I took the MCAT Thursday in Richmond, and on my way home swung by the mall to see if Barnes & Noble might, actually, have the book I've been wanting for six months in stock. As I walk towards the store from my car, I hear a Southern-accented voice yell "Hey! Hey baby!" Since my pedestrian route to work takes me through three construction sites, I'm pretty used to this, and keep walking.

I look over my shoulder and see a twentysomething black guy, hanging on an open car door. He sees me look at him and, encouraged, shouts: "Nice toes!" I turn so he can't see my jaw drop, and he continues: "Cute shoes, like the heels, but love them toes!"