It's true. I'd never been in a store where they sells primarily cowboy boots. This was like another world for me. And to my surprise....I liked that world. The smell of the store, all the fascinating colors you can get on your boots and the other accessories you can purchase to go along with your western ensemble. The best part of the trip was the salesman who helped us. Marco was incredible. Usually salespeople are pushy and 'over-the-top'. Not Marco! This boy was a true Texan. I asked him how many pairs of boots he owned. He proudly answered "29".
WOW!
I've only worn cowboy boots once in my life. I don't even own a pair. But after talking to Marco tonight---I want to own my first pair of boots and I want to buy them from him. I also want to be his friend! You can tell he has a great story. Sure, we probably don't have much in common but I'd love to hear where his "boots" have been.
My friends and family back in Kansas City would laugh hysterically if I came home at Thanksgiving wearing cowboy boots. But you know what....laugh it up! I guess you'd say that's what I get for coming to Texas. And so far, I'm not turning back anytime soon.
(my friends and family just don't know what they're missing)
Yee-haw!
1 comment:
I didn't know you had a blog Julie! So fun!
Get some boots already.
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