All fresh from my commute, I headed to class. It was a small group, but that's to be expected for this specialized unit. I'm one of two women in this class of eleven. Training was always a casual affair, and it was acceptable to ignore the company dress code requirements. Jeans were the norm, so I stood out as soon as I bounced into the room. In my normal walking stride, my skirt swayed, flounced, and flipped at the hem,...