Yes. I had to go with Roy to buy boots. You know that I love to shop. But you also know that I’d rather be beat with a 2x4 than to shop with Roy for Roy.
I’d rather have a root canal.
It had to be done. He needed a new pair. The last pair was bought in 2006 and that is pretty good for Roy… to have a pair of boots last 6yrs!
And that pair it took 2 states, 6 or 7 different towns and at least 12 different western wear stores to find a pair that he settled for… not the ones he was searchin’ for… but just bought becuz it had taken all damn day to shop for boots!!!
With Roy headed out to Iowa for the funeral, he had to have a pair. I have been tellin’ him for the last 10 years that he no longer has to have black trooper boots. He can have exotics and many different pairs if he so chooses… But that’s not how Roy rolls. It has to be Nacona black with no stitchin’ on the toe. They don’t make them any more.
So this boot shoppin’ trip I convinced him to start where we have had good luck in the past with findin’ something he likes and the clerks are very friendly. He’s a pill when it comes to shoppin’ for him so I need all the help I can get and women clerks help out a great deal. He’s less hateful to them!! So when the young lady approached us, I told her what we wanted in the size we needed and she pointed them all out. And then I said, “We’ll be here for a long while, if you have other things to do, go head on. This is a long process.”
She smiled. “Gotcha.”
Seriously. We were there every bit of an hour in a small store with a wide selection of boots. I picked out a pretty black cherry pair of Dan Posts and Roy turned his nose up at them. He tried on 3 or 4 different pair of BLACK ones on… none sang to him.
He said, “I’m not like you. I don’t hear the music.”
By now, another lady has taken over the boot section to watch us and she got into a banter with Roy. He tried on her selections and still no music.
And for the first time ever, he said to me, “Which pair do you like?” I pointed over my shoulder to the black cherry ones.
And he tried them on!
He liked them!!! But there was a flaw with them that we just couldn’t live with… a deal breaker… the toe had a weak spot.
I said, “try this black pair. They are exactly the same!”
And that’s when the clouds parted and sun shone down with little angels playin’ harps… he heard the music. I threw my hands in the air and declared this to be a record! An hour to buy Roy a pair of boots!
We walked out with yet another pair of black boot… this time Dan Post got his approval.