A man and a woman got on at the College Park stop this morning. The man sat across from me, the woman to his side and they discussed what stop they were supposed to get off at. Dressed in suits, I could only guess that they were going to the office. The man was fairly young, and rather plain looking. He had cropped dark hair and wore a dark blue suit. But, when he sat down, and his pant legs rose, they exposed these brown leather, embroidered cowboy boots. Now, men on the metro wear a lot of ugly shoes, especially a lot of these pointed leather or reptile skinned dress shoes that I can only describe as Eurofag. Very 70s. Very expensive looking. But these were probably the most curious thing I’d seen, and only because of the rest of his clothes, did they seem so strangely out of place. Like, he was one of those guys who adored wearing cowboy boots when he was a boy, but somehow never gave up the habit as he got older. I looked at him, to see if I could detect a closeted redneck that had to be restrained almost as much as possible for what may be a visit to an office for a business meeting in a northeastern city. That the boots were the only piece of Southern authenticity that he just couldn’t hold out on. But it didn’t seem likely. I loved the outrageousness of it (as much as anything like that can really be considered outrageous). Sort of like, subtle John Waters-esque. On a quiet train, his shoes were doing the talking.
These Boots Were Made for Gawking