Walking on Circus Peanuts

I now own Crocs and I didn't have to buy them myself.

My dad bought me an orange pair, original formula. If I wear them with flared jeans, the donald-duckiness is diminished and they look funky, not freaky.

Why bother? Because they are beyond comfortable. The nubs in the inside are like the nubs on a plastic soap dish. The bottoms of my feet feel tingly and the tops of my feet capture the summer breeze.

I wore the Crocs to walk the dog, a little self-consciously. In the building elevator, I scanned the faces of the other passengers to see if they were looking at my feet. My dog Aimee stood further from me than usual.