October 4, 2012

I Don't really Like Flip Flops


When walking to the copier this morning I heard that distinct (and obnoxiousness) smacking that flip flops create. I to myself I grumbled about  how inappropriate flip flops are for any and every occasion,  except maybe the pool or the beach. Not only are they loud but they make such an unpleasant flippant (pun intended) noise, proclaiming  casualness in a loud voice. Also, to add insult to injury they are not a real shoe, they are something between a shoe and bare feet; a testament to indecision. I wished that my coworker would make better shoe choices; less offensive shoe choices. Right about that same time I realized mine were the only walking feet and the smacking was coming from me. Upon returning to my office I investigated my shoe to discover I suddenly had my very own DYI flip flops (or flick flocks as my nephew would say). I am totally baffled and a little offended (see rant above). Mere moments earlier my shoes were fine and then, without any warning, one decides to split in half and I am forced to be promoting a style and sound that I don't affiliate with.

Like I mentioned before it hasn't been my week. Nothing big or tragic has happened just a week full of those pesky little things. Isn't it interesting how humbling an off week can be? It is hard to feel real arrogant when you are constantly sniffing, when your lips are super chapped from a Saturday garage sale, and the combination of the two makes you feel, and probably look, about as together as a third grader. It is hard to feel especially proud when you can't express a single thought without at least three commas. It is hard to feel very professional when you spent part of Tuesday with your fly down and you have a roll of toilet paper on your desk because you are too cheap to go buy Kleenex. It is hard to get on your soap box about flick flocks when your shoes are falling apart and you wore a baseball tee just two days ago.

An off week sure has a way of smacking you right in the face (or foot) with the reality of things. Ok I get it, I am not that awesome and my issue with flip flops might be a little extreme. Consider me humbled.

Luckily my husband came with a dowry filled with different types of glue so that shoe will be fixed in no time.

3 comments:

Carlee said...

Oh your poor zebra shoes. I know your huz has some good glue having it used it myself. I hope it's repairable!

melissa said...

my flop flops (as calvin says) broke on a bike ride a month or two ago, and i can't bring myself to replace them because flop flops are really pointless shoes, except when you need to wear shoes but don't want to. like you said, ambivalence shoes. which is perfect for me because i feel totally ambivalent about the need for wearing shoes when it's warm enough (when i'm not at the workplace or in church, in which places i could have given the exact same rant as you). also i actually liked my flop flops, which i bought at the gap whilst pregnant right before our big party that year! they were thin and kind of a sparkly navy blue. classy, as far as a shoe called a thong can be.

Clare said...

Well, your off week made my day, picturing you with your fly down as a third grader holding a roll of toilet paper, then asking for some shoe glue.