Today is my first day of boot season. I’m sick of sneakers, my feet would be numb in sandals (maybe not outside, but I’d definitely lose a toe in the office) and I just didn’t feel like flats. So I happily pulled my trusty Ugg Boots out of the box that they’ve been sitting in all summer that never actually made it into my closet. (Wow.)
With my skinny jeans tucked into my Uggs–
I’m going to stop right here and say that I don’t want to hear about how Uggs are UGGly. Yes, ha, I get it. It was a funny joke 4 years ago. Now it’s stupid. I went to college in Central PA. It’s cold there. I needed warm boots. The Uggs are warm. Now I live in NYC. It’s cold here too. And I walk. EVERYWHERE. I can’t be flitting around the city in some pointy-toed, leather stilleto boot. Hell, I couldn’t manage those anywhere, I’m not exactly “heel-savvy.” But the point is, I like my Uggs and I will continue to wear them. And until I can find a wider leg jean that doesn’t look like it was pulled from the 70s, I’ll be wearing them with my skinny jeans tucked safely inside.
–and my cardigan sweater on, I was ready for the chilly morning commute. I bumped into my boss getting off the train (second day in a row actually) so we walked in together.
While we’re chatting about last night’s Pro Run, I can feel a lurker to my left. All of a sudden a voice pops into my ear.
“So what’re you gonna wear when it gets cold out?”
It’s some older dude in a business suit, who I’m sure thought he was being hilaaaaarious, asking me about my Uggs. Which my boss was also wearing (but was hiding under her wide leg jeans).
I paused for a split second then responded with, “I don’t know! Sandals I guess, right?” and tried to fake a little polite laughter.
After he passed (but probably before he was out of earshot…oh well) my boss and I exchanged one of those “what the hell was that?” glances.
“So…that was really weird,” she said.
“Uh, yeah…yeah it was. I mean, I thought it was kinda chilly already.” That was it. We continued talking about Pro Run.
But I’ve got to wonder. Why did this guy decide to stop a random girl on the street to try out his little joke on? Is he asking this of every girl he sees in Uggs? Because I’ve seen quite a few already. Did he ask me because I didn’t have time last night to transfer all of my crap from my white purse to a more fall appropriate brown purse?
This guy was a real risk taker. If I had been a (stereo)typical New Yorker, I could have responded with something frightning like, “I was going to make a pelt out of you, a-hole!” Or something less creepy. Like a really mean New York stare.
On the one hand, I should look a little harder for those boot-hiding jeans. On the other hand, I’m going to keep tucking my jeans into my Uggs, daring old men in business suits to chat me up.