By Garrett H posted March 25th, 2009
After a long day at the office I rushed off to the airport to catch a flight from Dallas to Charleston, SC. This was before everyone had to remove their shoes, but after the tighter security started. So it is my turn to go through security, I am all set, laptop is out, belt is off, cell phone is tucked into a bag. I am ready to slide right through when the security guard, or whatever you call them told me to remove my boots.
If you have ever been in your boots for 10 hours you know that taking your boots off can get a little complicated as your feet swell.
So as I sat to the floor and tried to remove my boots the lovely lady behind me grinned and said it might faster if you took your horse then she reached down and grab the heel and toe of my boot and walla it was off.
Turns out her daddy was a boot wearer and she had been pulling boots since she was a little girl.
We switched seats on the plane and sat next to each other, we were married 7.5 months later.
The boots on my feet at the time were a pair of Tony Lama smooth Ostrich and I still have them.
Great story