Two Hundred Dollar Boots
Jonathan Greer
Two hundred dollar boots? Her voice went high-pitched and he bit into his taco. It disintegrated. Dammit, that’s the problem with soft tacos. They always fall apart. Yes. Two hundred dollars. Nice boots.
It’s just alot right now.
Really? You couldn’t go to any store in my mall and find shoes, shoes, for less than that. And these are boots. Boots.
You just bought a pair for one twenty five.
The man waved off the offer for a refill. He leaned in. Work shoes, yes. But those are orthopedic. And non-slip. I have to wear non-slips to work.
Mine are non-slip and orthopedic. And they cost thirty nine dollars. With tax.
A sour laugh. Orthopedic? You have shitty little inserts that say they’re Orthopedic. Orthopedic. Ha.
They feel good. And they didn’t cost two hundred dollars.
Boots, baby. Boots! Dammit.
Yes boots. Dammit. Two hundred dollars.
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