So I’m getting a belt at Rick Walker’s (“Rock N’ Roll Cowboy Clothes since 1932″), and have the following conversation.
“Those are nice boots,” says a man who appears to be the owner.
I thank him for his kindness.
“Where’d you get them?” he asks.
I give him the name of a vintage store in my neighborhood.
“Do you mind if I ask how much their boots are?” he asks.
“I think from $20 to $50 or so — I got these for about $20,” I reply.
“Fuck… fuck,” he mutters, and jokes about doing them violence.
* * *
Later, as I’m checking out, he compliments me on my purple rodeo shirt. The sales girl I was talking to informs him that I got it at the same place.
“Really? And how much was it?”
“Also $20.” Rick Walker’s shirts are more in the $75 range.
“Fuck. Motherfuckers.”
“I don’t think a lot of people know about them,” I said as I left.
