great choice with the boots........
another wee story about mine..
I was sitting in my car on the top floor of the multi-storey car park in Inverness just before christmas. I just came off the phone and as I looked up, noticed a young couple get into their car and drive off, but leaving a pair of gloves on the roof of their car. I hurriedly ran across to tell them, and just as they headed down the ramp to the next level, what I intended as a gentle tap on their window turned into a bit of a clatter, as 3 steps from the car I slid on a large patch of ice straight into the side of them.
What a shock the couple must have got, as not only had they had someone slam into the side of their car with some force, but as the man wound down his window, he was confronted with me yelling.....aaarrrggghhh.... you're on my foot. Yes, my foot had slid under his car and he had stopped right on top of it. Add to this, the young couple were tourists and did not speak much english. After what seemed an age, though in reality probably only 45 seconds, in which time, he had pulled the handbrake on, took his seatbelt off, practically got out of the car, with his partner talking to him in one ear and me pleading in the other to please just move forward, move forward, accompanied by my waving arms.. it dawned on him what had happened... finally the car moves forward and off my foot.... ahhh relief...
I pick his gloves off the roof of his car and hand them to him, telling him - you forgot your gloves mate... he looks at me and says uhh.. thankyou. I say no problem and hobble away.
If it wasnt for these boots, I think I would have had pretty severe bruising. As it was I walked off the pain as I went to meet up with my mate. Not a mark on my foot, nor bruise, just a tyre mark left across the top of the boot