Kinky Boots

My sister and I seldom had a pair of boots to wear to school during the winter. Since we did not live in the tropics, it might seem reasonable that boots were a necessity for walking in the snow. Once in awhile, Mother might snag, scam, steal, or otherwise somehow magically acquire a pair of second hand galoshes (now, there’s a word you don’t hear everyday!). Of course, they were not the right size or in any way fashionable, but they would keep your shoes from being completely ruined.

The other kids actually had boots that were in style. The girls usually had red ones and the boys were usually black or blue. We were lucky that our old boots actually were a matching pair. As mother loved to remind us (usually at the top of her lungs and, if were “lucky”, in front of all our classmates:

Beggars can’t be choosers!

I wanted to tell her that my sister and I weren’t beggars and that if we had been begging for boots, we sure as hell wouldn’t have begged for these little gems! But, good sense and not wanting to have her pull my arm out of its socket kept me from uttering any disparaging remarks.

Off to school we would go wearing the kinky boots, waiting to see what kinds of nasty comments we would get from our classmates. Actually, most of them kept quiet about our ‘choice’ of footwear. Apparently they knew that I would not take kindly to their critique. If anything was said, it was behind our backs and not within earshot.

Mother never cared that we were wearing someone else’s foot apparel, smell and all.  Thank goodness we never were afflicted with athlete’s foot from wearing the less than attractive kinky boots.

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