All dressed up, with no place to go.
Choice" is your ability to make decisions, "choose" are what Mexicans put on their feet.
A dead centipede.
Don't look. I'm dressing."
A tire.
The laundry room. It's the only place where the blacks have to be separated from the whites.
I'm sorry to leave now that I've almost bought the place.
Someone knocking at your door for no apparent reason.
A cross-dresser.