Every time my feet hit the sand, I instantly flip off my shoes and throw them next to the beach entrance.
And every time, anyone who's with me says, "Don't leave them there, someone's going to steal them."
And every time, I laugh it off and say, "Who'd steal my dirty flips?"
Well, after years of living and playing on the beach, some one finally stole my old ratty flips.
Touchee flip flop stealer.
Who would do such a thing? Especially in September, on a deserted beach in Manasquan, at night?
"Don't worry baby," boyfriend said as we were digging through the sand in a hopeless attempt to find them, "I'll track down whoever stole your shoes and get them back for you."
A note about my flip flops though...
I will wear the same pair of flips until they wear down and fall off my feet. AND EVEN THEN, I'll try to MacGyver them together again with nail glue, scotch tape and a paper clip and ONLY WHEN THAT FAILS, will I consider retiring them... and EVEN THEN, I'll keep the defunct pair on my dresser and stare at it for 2 days until I'm mentally able to surrender them.
To say that I get attached to my belongings is an understatement. I have "this old thing" skirts from when I was 14.
So I don't have any nice pairs of flips.
But some asshole stole my beloved dirty flips and without them, none of my outfits make any sense and then I resort to pairing Ugg boots with bouncy skirts and I look like the special child who's parent's let me dress myself.
I guess the life lesson here is not to leave your belongings unattended on deserted beaches in Manasquan at night.
Lesson learned, flip flop stealer. Lesson learned.