They're Only Shoes!

Interesting. Another quiet morning without any major disasters overnight. Unless you were flying somewhere. It’s been 4 years now since I retired and gave up my weekly flights to hither and yon, yon and hither. And am I glad! Mix TSA and AA together and that’s a recipe for a bad airport day.

I finally got to see a physical therapist yesterday and after his evaluation and some therapy, it was discovered that I am curable. I know now that it was somewhat inappropriate to be kissing his feet, but when the pain went away for a few minutes it seemed fitting. Yes, he’s my new best friend! And he’ll be ‘curing’ me for the next few weeks.

And speaking of my new best friend… he was wearing a pair of these shoes. I gotta get me some! And the fact that he was a physical therapist and was wearing these shoes told me that they were good for my feet! Of course I had to Google the shoes this morning to find an image and I couldn’t help but notice once again that Crocs enjoys a love/hate relationship with the public. If you look at their success, you would have to say that the ‘haters’ are a minority. Very vocal, but still a minority. And what I find odd about the ‘haters of crocs’ is the intensity, the passion behind their hatred of all things Croc. C’mon. They’re shoes! How threatening can that be? These are people who seriously need a life.