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May 18, 2009

I stepped through a puddle at 10am today. I was standing in the garage of the home I am building, keeping nice and dry, when the homeowner pulled into the driveway. She was not able to pull into the garage, so I walked out with an umbrella to help her.
These boots are made for walking.
In fact, they have a mesh material to allow them to breathe, and to allow them to soak up the water from the puddle I stepped in. Also the water from the wet grass I walked through. And the rain that blew across my feet. My shoes and socks were completely soaked all day. I had dry socks in the truck, but there was just no point.
My feet never dried.
When I got home 9 hours later, my feet looked like wrinkly old-man scrotum.

I stepped through a puddle at 10am today. I was standing in the garage of the home I am building, keeping nice and dry, when the homeowner pulled into the driveway. She was not able to pull into the garage, so I walked out with an umbrella to help her.

These boots are made for walking.

In fact, they have a mesh material to allow them to breathe, and to allow them to soak up the water from the puddle I stepped in. Also the water from the wet grass I walked through. And the rain that blew across my feet. My shoes and socks were completely soaked all day. I had dry socks in the truck, but there was just no point.

My feet never dried.

When I got home 9 hours later, my feet looked like wrinkly old-man scrotum.



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