I may be the only one in the world who doesn’t like crocs.
I’ve watched this fad from a distance for awhile now and I am still not impressed. Do I really want to wear clunky plastic shoes in bright neon colors?
I think not.
Or … at least I thought not.
Until…I found a pair for a quarter at a garage sale a few weeks ago. They were even my size.
So I bought them.
Now I know why I don’t like crocs.
The next day I wore them out in the garden and ended up with filthy feet because of all the dirt that fell through the holes in the shoes.
I wore them out to the mailbox in the rain and ended up with soaked and slimy feet as the water poured right in those same holes.
But the final straw was this afternoon. I slipped them on to run out to the hen house for an egg. All was fine until I headed back to the house.
I suddenly noticed that something was gooey in my left shoe.
It was not only gooey – but it smelled quite nasty.
A nice sized chuck of chicken manure had slipped right in one of those holes as I gathered eggs and was now smashed all over the bottom of my foot.
I don’t like crocs.