Bittersweet testage

I passed my driver's test!!! I have no idea why. It went horribly. But I passed. It just goes to show how being polite and nice to people gets you further in life. All right boys and girls now it's story time.

After I barely passed the test, I went grocery shopping with my mom and aunt. We were walking down this one aisle and there was this old lady standing at the bottom of it with her arms full of Kleenex boxes, smiling away at me. Thinking that she was waiting for us to stop blocking the aisle, I smile back and mini run/hop out of her way. As I'm walking past her (still smiling) she says "I like the way you move your feet" I'm so confused and creeped out by this statement, I give her this dirty how-dare-you-talk-to-me-back-off-creep look. It was too late before I realized that she was probably referring to my practicing the c-walk while my mom and aunt argued about the pros and cons of generic chicken broth. I'm such a horrible person, who gives nice old ladies a look like that. I even tried to find her afterward to explain but to no avail...