I don’t know whether to pity these people, try to help them or wash my hands of them. Don’t they realize they’re walking (rather casually, I might add) near a boot of frightening proportions? All it would take is one little twitch of the mad god’s leg muscle to squash them like bugs. The lesson is clear, and it’s a timeless one: you don’t screw around with footwear this large. And doubly so since it’s a Red Wing boot, because that’s the mark of quality.