Last year, my sis took me to Lake Placid, NY, for a few days. That’s where we first saw them…the ugly, clunky, plastic shoes called crocs. We began bitching about them and taunting the people who were wearing them, pelting them with eggs and tomatoes. (Well that last bit isn’t really true but it makes it more exciting.)
We took a boat ride and noticed the
tourguide boatswain (better word) was wearing yellow crocs. When he asked if there were any questions, I asked, “What’s with your shoes? Are they comfortable?”
He said they were actually pretty comfortable, but the main reason he wore them was because he worked on a boat which was frequently wet and slippery.
I excused him because he had a reason to wear them
and also because he was good looking.
If you are not on a boat and you are wearing crocs, you are a loser. I will make an exception for little kids because they can’t even dress themselves and they wear whatever their parents buy for them.
This is the kind of rebellion I can get behind -one which validates my opinions and requires absolutely no effort on my part.