Flip flops are extraordinarily versatile and low-maintenance, as far as footwear goes, but as I learned this weekend, they come with a catch.
If any part of the three-pronged strap somehow breaks free from the sole, what you're left with is essentially useless: a dirty, slightly smelly piece of worn rubber.
In my case, the front thong part snapped off, and attempting to use the sandal after that was like trying to chew food with a loose tooth, only less painful and more annoying.
I was always a flip flop hater until I moved south, where I quickly grew to love the sandal alongside sweet tea, grits and Carolina football. I regarded them as more essential than oxygen. I'm sure broken flip flops are old hat for many, but my useless sandal has forced me to downgrade their importance just a bit. They now rank somewhere above dishwashers.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
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2 comments:
Buy Rainbows next time. I bet you didn't buy Rainbows. Rainbows don't break. Ever.
Yeah...I'm cheap. I won't make that mistake again.
It's usually always true: You get what you pay for.
Thanks for reading.
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