My Boots Are Sacred.
|So, I just got this new pair of boots. They were a gift from my mother. They were on sale. They're black, knee high, with laces, a rounded toe, and zippers up the sides. And I confess that as a fashion addict, I am just tickled that we are teetering on the edge of boot season. Oh, yes. I love my boots.|
So I decided, today, to bust them out early. A maiden voyage, if you will. I step out onto the street and pause at a stoplight and BAM! two seconds go by:
"You gonna FUCK ME with those boots later?"
After I shook my head and thought - here we go, I suddenly became furious b/c I had to wait there next to him for the stupid light to change, and so I waited and waited and finally yelled:
"Not in your goddamn pathetic lifetime!!"
as soon as the cross walk illuminated, and then I hurried across the street. I turned back once, and he was still standing there, gaping after me.