Yo-Ho, plunder the Wal-Mart!

So Anyways, I love Wal-Mart. No where else makes me feel so thin, handsome, and normal. Point in case: today as my wife and I were checking out, this guy walked by. Beard. flannel shirt. Blue jeans. Normal stuff, at first! But as I was looking down at the card-scanner, about to enter my pin, I see the guy's feet. Well, first, I see that his jeans are the insane-o tight 1980's wranglers. And then I see his feet.





Pirate Boots. Honest to Heck freaking shiver me timbers pirate boots.

Yeah, those. And he was just skee-daddlin' his way through Wal-Mart, as though not a thing in the world was up, or strange, or odd as hell.

Makes me feel so normal.