Well, I guess everything has a shelf life. Yesterday was a doleful day for me. My favorite Havaianas flip flops finally bit the dust. As I was shopping in the grocery store I felt my flip go flop. The thong snapped clean off - not fixable - no way - no how. Not my favorite hot pink, glow-in-the -dark Havianas, Wah! I got them in a Beall's clearance rack at 70% off and I loved them from the first time I wore them. Just squishy enough, comfy between the toes & glow-in-the-dark too! Come On!
Dang! Now I'm walking barefooted on the yucky grocery store floor as I finish up my shopping. I had placed my busted flip flops conspicuously in the basket so people would not think I purposely came in barefoot. Kids & teenagers can get away with that tackiness in our little beach town but when you are over 50 - not so much. As I checked out I whined to the cashier about my broken flip flops. Really, I was letting the entire line know that I really did have shoes on when I came in the store (like they really care right). The cashier sympathized "Well Honey, at least you don't have on pajama pants. I can handle barefoot, it's those pajama pants in public that are so uncouth." Thank the Lord I don't even own any. My fashion sense is still somewhat intact.
So the search begins for new flip flops. Of course I have back ups and spare pairs but they are not the same. OK, don't make that face at me again or I'll slap you with my flip flop.
|You served me well dear flip flops. I couldn't bear to throw them away at the store. They are still in the back of my truck till I figure out a respectful disposal.|