constantine constanius constans

I don't really wear boots, but if I did, they'd have buckles. And not gold buckles, but silver. I'd get them polished regularly: drop the five dollars to feel like a man, as no one but a shoe shiner can make me feel. But I mean I'd talk to him (or her, as the case may be), make small talk that seems of the utmost import, really make a bond with the person providing me their service, because I can't stand the isolation of feeling aloof and superior. I never want to believe that someone is actually serving me, for money no less. I prefer to imagine that they are just being nice, that way I don't walk away (with my new shiny boots) feeling like an asshole.