Me mum treated me to a pair of work boots when I got my first full-time job, as a landscaper. I picked what were called "lineman's boots" because they looked cool as hell. I have no idea what they cost.
I worked for years, and nailed the heel back on one after trying to kick a stump out of the ground with it. Then I moved on from landscaping, but wore them in my band because they were still cool as hell. Swam called them my "mentally challenged boy" boots, only he didn't say it that way. Still have them, still wear them when there's dirt to be moved. They'd be in a lot better shape if I'd bothered to polish them regularly, but yeah, this is a real thing.