[Wyrd bið ful aræd]

I used to work with guys who would drop six to eight hundred bucks every couple of years on a pair of work boots. Some would go straight out end of day Friday to hit the bar without bothering to change. I personally couldn't wait to take off those heavy, clunky, ugly steel-toed boots, but then again I never spent more than a couple hundred bucks on a pair.

Either way, no matter which way you slice it they're still work boots. I don't often see shirts and ties and Calvin Klein shoes (what I am now) pulled up to the bar next to sunburnt necks, carpenter pants and work boots (what I used to be). If this guy wants to cater to the former crowd at the expense of the latter, so be it. I guess the stuffed shirts go for more expensive stuff but can't beat the blue collar guys in sheer volume of cheap piss. Even though many tradesmen could buy the lunch of salarymen, old habits die hard.

[mewzilla]

Like I said, the capitalist in me cringes whenever a biz turns away paying customers. It may need them later.