I’m not a fan of shopping. In fact, I kind of hate it. I don’t like the crowds or having to search for things. I know what I want and just hope to grab it and leave. That rarely happens. Apparently what I have in mind is no longer available or carried by the store or the last one was just bought.
Why am I talking about one of my least favorite past times? Because it is now sprinkler season in the park. For those who’ve never heard the term before, sprinkler season is when the weather changes from cold to warm and the city starts watering the dead grass in the park.
In other words, it’s almost sandal time.
Those who live outside of Phoenix probably won’t experience Sprinkler season for another month or so. Or you could live in a place that actually gets rain, making the season unnecessary. But I digress.
As I am required by my dog to walk him every morning in the park, I like having shoes that are easy to slip in and out of. My footwear of choice–Crocs. I wear ugly black Mary Janes during the winter as they go best with my wild colored fuzzy socks. But alas, sprinkler season makes said socks soggy (say that 5 times fast) so we happily switch from polka dotted duck feet to bare feet in sleek Croc sandals.
And it is here that our tale of woe begins. Every 6 months, I wear out my beloved Crocs and must venture onto the Serengeti (aka mall) to hunt down a new pair for domestication.
The problem arises that the store I purchased my last pair of shoes from, no longer carries the brand. What Luddites! Now I have to visit multiple stores at the mall to find someone who has them. And when I do, they never have my size. Please understand. I’m not picky. I would wear orange or red crocs (completing the duck image), but they don’t have them in my size. Apparently, everyone is my size.
This year was no different. Finally I gave up and went on line. Bliss! I love my computer. There in pixelated wonder were Crocs from the very store I’d purchased from last year. Can I get an amen? When I searched for stores within 50 miles of my home who carried the ones I selected I got a big goose egg. How could this be? Ahh, but all I had to do was have them shipped from the Croc zone to my house, no visit to the store required.
And you know the best part? I bought 3 pairs because they were on sale. Ha! Now I won’t have to worry about finding them again for 18 months. It brought a tear to my eye.
So why do I want Crocs and nothing else. Uh, causing I’m walking in them and I hate regular shoes. Because when my dog kidnaps my shoes for a loving session or my cats pee in them, I can spritz them with 409 and wipe them down and wear them again. Of course, they’ll sport tiny teeth marks from the cats chewing on them and they do squeak when I splash through water puddles. But they’re soft and squishy and I mean that in a good way!