More About Boots

The weather outside had been delightful but was beginning to turn frightful. The snow machine was working overtime so it was time to get out the boots. Before I did that I booted up the computer in order to check the latest weather reports.

The chief meteorologist on Channel 5 was just finishing his spot with the admonition that you could bet your boots that there would be twelve inches of snow by morning. That was enough to make me start shaking in my boots. There was no way I could cope with that much snow, boots or no boots. Did I hear him correctly? The ass has been known to miss his forecasts by a mile.

Before writing the meteorologist off as a fool, I remembered the old adage, “don’t judge a man until you walk in his shoes”. The chances of my walking in his shoes being nil, I decided to accept his forecast. I put my boots on and went out to the garage to fire up the snow blower. I had to get out of my driveway in the morning and get to work if I didn’t want to get the boot.Get the boot! Why did I always have to feel so threatened? The boss was tough as shoe leather but that did not mean I had to lick his boots. If the shoe was on the other foot he would probably tell me to go pound salt. The more I think about it, the SOB is getting too big for his boots. The hell with the snow blower, I am taking a snow day tomorrow.

The moral of this story is that if the boots fit and times are tough, just pull yourself up by the bootstraps,unless you work for a SOB, in which case you should quit.