Posted by Monty
There was no pop top involved.
I did, however, cut my heel. It took me three steps across the parking lot, wondering what the hell was happening. Did someone drug me? I felt around for the tranquilizer dart.
No. The little piece that connects the top to the bottom and goes between your big toe and second toe had severed, leading me to drag the front of the flop underfoot for the three steps it took to bring me and the assorted beach accoutrement in my arms to a stop.
I have written about flip flops before. It's been a serious love/hate relationship so far. This latest incident was definitely leaning things toward the hate side.
Fortunately, we were still at the boat, and I had my shower flops. Although they are probably of the worst quality of anything to come out of China since they started producing flops, it was Hobson's choice, and I wore them to the beach the next day.
This experience got me thinking about flops again. I came to the realization that, although a genuine pain, on the boat they seem to work. While at the beach I actually walked up to the store and looked at a couple of flops. One was ten bucks and one was twenty five. Ten seemed a little high to me. No way was I paying twenty five. For flops? Are these people crazy?
So, I put it off until company left, and then Carol and I went shopping. The first place had nothing in my size. The second place was having a sale.
The first thing Carol noticed was some "reef shoes", basically waterproof loafers, for eight bucks. A good deal, so we picked them up. Then we went to the flops. "Try these on," said Carol.
Wow. They felt terrific. A quantum leap over what I had been wearing. "I like these," I said. "How much are they?"
"They're on sale."
I immediately became suspicious. "How much are they?"
"Fifty dollars."
"Holy cow! No way I'm paying that for flops. How much were they?"
"Seventy five."
Unbelievable. I might pay that for work shoes, in fact, I used to pay a hundred dollars for a good pair of work shoes. But I spent all day in them, working.
Oh. Wait.
I spend all day, these days, in flops. Working.
I've had my OluKai flops for two days now, working in them. And I have to admit, good flops make all the difference.
I did, however, cut my heel. It took me three steps across the parking lot, wondering what the hell was happening. Did someone drug me? I felt around for the tranquilizer dart.
No. The little piece that connects the top to the bottom and goes between your big toe and second toe had severed, leading me to drag the front of the flop underfoot for the three steps it took to bring me and the assorted beach accoutrement in my arms to a stop.
I have written about flip flops before. It's been a serious love/hate relationship so far. This latest incident was definitely leaning things toward the hate side.
Fortunately, we were still at the boat, and I had my shower flops. Although they are probably of the worst quality of anything to come out of China since they started producing flops, it was Hobson's choice, and I wore them to the beach the next day.
This experience got me thinking about flops again. I came to the realization that, although a genuine pain, on the boat they seem to work. While at the beach I actually walked up to the store and looked at a couple of flops. One was ten bucks and one was twenty five. Ten seemed a little high to me. No way was I paying twenty five. For flops? Are these people crazy?
So, I put it off until company left, and then Carol and I went shopping. The first place had nothing in my size. The second place was having a sale.
The first thing Carol noticed was some "reef shoes", basically waterproof loafers, for eight bucks. A good deal, so we picked them up. Then we went to the flops. "Try these on," said Carol.
Wow. They felt terrific. A quantum leap over what I had been wearing. "I like these," I said. "How much are they?"
"They're on sale."
I immediately became suspicious. "How much are they?"
"Fifty dollars."
"Holy cow! No way I'm paying that for flops. How much were they?"
"Seventy five."
Unbelievable. I might pay that for work shoes, in fact, I used to pay a hundred dollars for a good pair of work shoes. But I spent all day in them, working.
Oh. Wait.
I spend all day, these days, in flops. Working.
I've had my OluKai flops for two days now, working in them. And I have to admit, good flops make all the difference.