And if you're like me, you like to feel the cool grass and the hot sand on your feet; heck, it's sandal season! But if you're like me, you might have a problem with sandals. You see, while I enjoy wearing the sandals (my favourite pair have a bouncy, light, spongy feel to them) there's a bit of a hitch in my pure sandal satisfaction: getting stones in them.
Surely I'm not alone. Walking down the hot, stinky, concrete streets of Sarsville, I always get a little stone, a pebble really, maybe even just an overgrown grain of sand left over from the winter months when they stopped plowing and just tossed sand around...you know what I mean. And there's almost nothing worse than walking full clip towards the subway, taking a bold step and YOWCK! A frickin' pebble right in the arch of the foot!
I know, I know, everyone says they can't wait to toss the socks and sensible shoes and boots, but I for one do not particularly like wearing sandals. Okay I said it. I sort of wear them out of pod peer pressure if you must know. "How can you stand wearing shoes?", they taunt. Well how do you like a frickin' rock digging into the heel of your left foot, dick knob? And then you have to stop and take the sandal off because shaking your foot (and looking like something from the Ministry of Silly Walks) just doesn't dislodge the pesky pebble from your foot.
Okay, I've said my bit. Sure, I may don the sandals today and look like I'm happy about it. But just know, deep down, I'm a bit grumpy because there's probably a frickin' rock digging into the ball of my right foot.
Thanks and good luck.