Post last updated: October 10th, 2018
Last December, I told you about my Shoes With Air (WordPress has monkeyed with the link tool and it doesn’t work) being full of air-conditioning holes because I hadn’t purchased any in recent years. Stores stopped marking canvas flats down to $3 at the end of summer. So I hadn’t purchased any in several years and mine were way past the idea of starting to wear out.
At the end of summer, my canvas flat inventory reached critical status. Several pairs had been tossed in the trash and I was forced to spend $7.99 on one new pair. You caught that, right? One. The cash register at the back of my mind, the old one with the crank handle, was in cartoon mode cranking the very idea of having to buy several pairs at $7.99.
I was also tired of having wet feet from the morning dew soaking into the canvas and, of course, with holes all over the shoes, dirt under my toe nails was a common occurrence. You gotta worry about stuff like that when you tend to have bizarre accidents like falling face first in the dirt. Suppose I wound up at the hospital? A health professional might look at my dirty extremities and exclaim, “ Doesn’t this woman ever take a bath?” If I was unconscious, how could I explain that my dirty toe nails were the result of owning air-conditioned shoes? An alternative had to be found.
Garden clogs were intriguing but with a psychological spending limit in the $3 range, a pair of $70 clogs were unlikely to follow me home.
Once again, I looked at women’s rubber boots. The boots were shiny black with different colors of polka dots all over them. They looked like something a fashionista like my friend Evie would wear except that she has no need for rubber boots because she doesn’t do dirt. I put them in the buggy. As I walked around the store, my mental cash register started to balk at the $23 price tag and, in another one of those bizarre moments when I let go of the buggy for just a moment, it whirled itself around and headed back in the direction of the shoe department. It came to a stop at the rubber boots in the men’s shoe department. I was amazed. Why hadn’t I thought of this? I found basic black boots with a sturdier sole for $20.
Thanks to my buggy, I did not have to pay $3 for shiny polka dots. Evie, however, doesn’t like them. She wants me to paint polka dots on the boots to bring them up to fashionista speed. Sorry Evie, that kinda stuff just doesn’t matter to me.