Winter Boots

I bought new winter boots a couple weeks ago, just in time for Spring. They seemed like quality boots that I'd be able to wear for years, but that's not the only reason why I bought them. The salesman was tall, cute, and had red hair and a London accent. I would have bought paper boots from him. Expensive paper boots.

Fortunately, my Spring purchase from a dashing salesman wasn't as stupid as it could have been. They actually appear to be sturdy items, and I got to try them out today because New England got some friendly April slush-rain-snow-stuff. Not enough to really put these suckers to the test, but enough for me to notice the difference between them and, say, sneakers. I walked in straight lines, with a normal stride, without regard for puddles, slush mounds, or anything else. No hopping, dodging, or walking in a big arc to avoid what could be a massive lake in the middle of a parking lot. I was the proud possessor of Podiatric Invulnerability! And when I got to work, I got compliments.

Another questionable purchase, redeemed!