Embarrassment Boots

Well, I finally done it.

I bought myself a pair of E.B’s (embarrassment boots).

Boots that would have you drawn and quartered by the fashion police if you dared step foot outside your front door wearing them.

I had to buy them.

My feet were getting cold, up here in the hills, and I needed fur lined boots that would keep me warm.

There was a special on at our local store for E.B’s and I spent much time deciding whether to buy them.

Hmm, warm feet or be cool.

My feet made the decision so I decided to try a pair on.

To make sure I wasn’t seen with the E.B’s, I hid behind the rack and sat on a chair.

There’s nothing worse than being caught with E.B’s.

I tried the size 11, yes I do have big feet, but they were a bit tight.

Then I tried the size 12’s and they fitted well.

Now the only problem was to get out of the store without embarrassing myself holding a pair of E.B’s.

Ah yes, the answer.

I used the shirt I was about to buy to cover the boots as I walked to the check out point.

So far so good.

Now for the ordeal of revealing the E.B’s to the sales clerk.

I used all my charm and distracting techniques – ‘nice day, how are you, love the display.’

It didn’t fool her as she knew I had an E.B affliction.

She was kind and quickly processed the order and placed the E.B’s in a bag.

Phew, I walked to my car, incognito and incoherent but happy I had made it this far.

When I got home I placed the E.B’s on the floor.

Two days later I tried them on.

And you know what?

They are comfortable and warm.

Even though they are the most ‘Embarrassing Boots’ I own.