loud shoes

I was waiting for the train last night. A woman walked up with really loud shoes.

I’m not talking about loud like a shirt, where you cover your eyes and say “turn it down, Barry” in a joking way,

I’m talking about actual volume, the kind of shoes that if you wore them every day they would lead to partial hearing loss.

They were the kind of shoes where you’d be at home and hear them from blocks away, yelling at your kids “Your mother is coming home”

“And they’ll be like “what?” When boy racers come past it like some kind of soothing silence.

They were the kind of shoes that would make your ears and eye bleed, make civilisations and windows tremble, something

That would cause you to say “Aw mate, can you walk more quietly, your shoes are a bit loud, eh”