Early this morning I advised Christopher, who’s staying on my couch of late due to recent deluge in his apartment, not to wear Crocs to work (or anywhere, ever, but that’s a losing battle). Fourteen hours later, I found myself at Walgreens deciding between the pink and orange Hawaiian Tropic flip-flops and the pink and blue Miller Lite flip-flops.
How did it come to this? (And since when are flip-flops an appropriate venue for advertising?)
My trusty flip-flops of the spring of 2006, after three good summers of wear (not to mention springs and falls), broke. The weirder thing: even though they showed no signs of weakness, I had a dream of these very shoes breaking a couple nights ago. And the weirdest thing: when it happened, I was getting out of my car at Tattered Cover, heading in to buy a couple of books on dream interpretation (textbooks for a class I think I’m going to take this fall).
Anyway, before limping stupidly or walking barefoot through the bookstore, I went to Walgreens. I was pleased when the $4.99 Miller Lite flip flops ended up costing a mere $1.87, but I’m still pretty sad about the beloved old pair…