(I'm starting with the more banal stories first, so watch out for more entries from me as the day goes by.)
So as you can see from the picture above, my old boots are totally fucked. I might as well be wearing sandals. That said, they're incredibly worn in and very comfortable, so I'd been really stalling on replacing them… But, I figured that it was time, so I picked up a pair of 20 hole Grinders… I'm not sure I like the fit as much as I do with Docs but they're still very comfortable.
The older woman — who I presume was the store owner — who sold them to me was one of the most friendly and boisterous shoe salespeople I've ever met in my life. Perhaps she was responding on some subconsious level to my Germanic heritage — She did offer to sell me a pair of laces of questionable color as her skinhead kids sat at the other end of the store. Now, I know that lace colors having any meaning at all is very much a thing of the past (if ever) but I don't really need my ass kicked over something I object to strongly in the first place!
Anyway, with the exception of the ten minute bootsequence, I'm very happy with these boots… And since I am willing to put up with that from my computers, why not my boots?
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