Hey! Did you hear? Crocs is in trouble! Not the reptiles on Animal Planet. The shoes! The comfy plastic shoe that is a basic essential of my at-home wardrobe. Seriously. A pair of black socks, a pair of red Crocs, and you can't get much more foot-comfortable than that!
I know this must be true because I read it in the U.K. Daily Mail. Stock in Crocs is dropping! I blame my sons. They never would wear Crocs. Even though I pointed out that manly men in the 11th grade at Newmentia wore them, and they LIKED them. Nope. Not good enough for my boys.
Farmer H has a pair. He loves to wear them out in public with that back strap around his heel. Yeah. Some people just can't be helped. I even bought him the cool camouflage Crocs. And he repays me by wearing them like some kind of hick. The boys don't want to go anywhere with him when he wears his Crocs. And to make matters worse, Farmer H calls them "sandals."
My mom has two pairs, because I bought them for her. She wore out the first pair, but refused to part with them. She actually has THREE pairs, because my sister bought her some navy blue ones with a faux fur lining. They're her winter Crocs. She wears them out to basketball games.
What kind of a world is it where Crocs can no longer thrive? Doesn't everybody need footwear that can be slipped on and off without even bending over? What if you need to dash into an emergency surgery? Must have Crocs. They can be hosed off, you know. They're like those rubber boots that dairy farmers wear, only low-top, and with holes in them, and in all the colors of the rainbow. Surely you need to add some to your wardrobe.
Don't let Crocs go under.