My Boots Make Me?

Do my boots make me? I was walking down the road one day last week, after finishing a hard day’s work. Minding my own business I was when I passed two blokes walking the other way.

One of them was quite burly, the other looked like a bit of a geek, but I didn’t pay them much mind, just head down and tromping my way to the undergound. Then I heard the smaller of the two murmer to his friend, ‘Who wears those type of boots at five o’clock of an evening?’, to which his burly friend replied ‘A prostitute.

I could not believe my ears, but I kept on walking. I was not going to give those bastards the satisfaction of a tongue lashing. Imagine! making an assumption about a woman based on the rype of boots that they are wearing. It is so rude.