38 going on 18

Hubby and I went out last night to find him a new pair of boots. Nowhere fancy - just Zellers. We looked at a few pairs. Some I thought were really cool looking. Hubby tried them on and felt goofy. We finally almost decided on a pair. They were comfortable and looked good - but Hubby doesn't seem to know just how cool I am. He wasn't sure if they were fashionable or looked dorky. Then a kid (about 14 years old) asked him to reach a box off of the top shelf. It was the same style of boots that we were about to buy. When he saw the teen liking them, - That clinched it. The old man is now the owner of a hip new pair of boots.