I grew up wearing cowboy boots. They’re all I ever had. And all our neighbors wore them too. It wasn’t just a fad.
A necessity is what they were. We wore them every day. They kept us in the saddle, even wore them bucking hay.
When wearing boots for riding, had no reason to complain. But walking was another thing. With that I felt some pain.
The heels were surely made to last, and each step came down hard. The more I walked, the more I felt my whole foot being jarred.
Well, then one day my dad came home with brand new tennis shoes. I never thought that sneakers would be the kind that he would choose.
Those bright blue sneakers on his feet made me wonder. Is it true? Could my own dad, who ne’er complained, have had some sore feet, too?
The years had taught me dad was close with money that he spent. Now that I’m grown, I heed his words, “Account for every cent.”
Well, Merkle’s Store had shoes on sale. The price was two for one. It was a deal. I took the bait. I am my father’s son.
I laced the first pair nice and tight. I thought I looked real cool. But then I opened my front door and soon felt like a fool.
When danged old Hap first spotted me, his growl was meant to warn. He promptly bit those brand-new shoes and chewed till they were worn.
I made it through the open door and shut it on old Hap. He barked and yipped, then ran away. I sure felt like a sap.
My good wife took a look at me. She laughed and then she said, “You’re really gonna wear those things?” My face turned crimson red.
Well, now I’m wearing boots again. I took the sneakers back. No matter how the soft shoes felt, they were not worth the flack.
So, if your feet are killing you, go down to Merkle’s Store. They’ve got a pair of tennis shoes I’ll swear I never wore.