Eavesdropping...

Synopsis: Sometimes you've just got to wonder why you choose your particular career.

Setting: Random Resale Clothing Store
*downtown*

Wife: "Do you think _______ (insert appropriate picky teenager's name whom all of a sudden has more taste than anyone else in the known world here) would like this top?"

Husband: "I don't know...I really don't...I guess I just don't know about those things anymore..."

Clothing Store Owner: (using her inside the head voice) (and her inside the head roll-of the-eyes) Well, let's see here...you're wearing green crocs and by the smell of it...a bottle of self-tanning lotion, so in this instance, I'm thinking the young lady in question may be right.

I know these are popular shoes...and I may have just offended someone...but, as these are described as beach clogs and we're in Arizona, far from water...I just wonder. Plastic enclosed shoes in the desert seem like a strange choice for footwear to me...yes, I see that they have air holes, but unless you're using them to store snakes, I still wonder about the plastic-ness...although they come in a range of rainbow colors...

I suppose though, one should be happy that the man was not wearing those little charms in them.