Damn! I tore up my favorite pair of brown flip-flops today. While that may seem trivial to you, it pissed me the fuck off! It happened as I was walking – no…actually I had been running – up the stairs to my apartment. I must have still been fatigued from working late hours the last few days — so much so, that my body, specifically my left leg, didn’t have the strength to lift itself high enough to avoid getting my flip-flop shoe from catching on the edge of the stair. Rarely do I ever trip on stairs and I certainly have never done it while wearing flip-flips! Anyway, I was a bit upset over the matter but made my way on up to my apartment to get the item I’d forgotten earlier and put on another pair of flip-flops before heading back out. Before leaving, I studied the left shoe to determine whether it was worth getting repaired (I’ve had this pair repaired once before) or if I should take it as an omen that, after nearly fourteen (14) years of wearing this particular pair of flip-flops, that perhaps it was long past time I said good-bye to one of my favorite pair of footwear.
I’ve since regained my composure over the incident, considering that I already own four more pair of flip-flops. (How vain of me, right?) But in that instance, I came to realize that, considering the drop in temperatures these past few nights that stretched into the early mornings, that summer in Michigan was in fact, gone. I had to once again accept the fact that it wouldn’t be long before the entire day would have cold temps and when the weather changes to that of an intermittent schedule of icy rain, hail and snow; conditions that would make it impractical for a person…(meaning, me), to wear flip-flops outside. God, how I hate Michigan! I sighed as I dreaded the thought of me having to go back to encasing my feet in a prison of cotton socks and leather shoes (break out the Timberlands!) whenever I have to go out. So I say again…damn!
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