So there I was, driving past the prep school near my house when I saw them. Four young men, collars up (ugh), khakis and ... FLIP-FLOPS. The horror.
God, I hate those damn things. When did they become appropriate footwear? Yeah, I want to look at your gnarly friggin' toes when I'm doing my grocery shopping.
The women in my office can wear flip-flops with nary a word said to them. But God forbid one of the men arrive without a button-down, collared shirt.
Forget terrorism. Wage war on flip-flops. It is our (my) duty.
God, I hate those damn things. When did they become appropriate footwear? Yeah, I want to look at your gnarly friggin' toes when I'm doing my grocery shopping.
The women in my office can wear flip-flops with nary a word said to them. But God forbid one of the men arrive without a button-down, collared shirt.
Forget terrorism. Wage war on flip-flops. It is our (my) duty.