I have this pair of Fit Flops that I got in 2008. I paid roughly $70 for them. They were black, shiny and looked good with almost everything, not to mention that they were super comfy as opposed to your run-of-the-mill flip flops. I think I got my money's worth out of them because since I got them I wore them to pieces. Literally. The bottom of my left one has a mouth now and it was talking smack while I walked by a dozen or so patrons that were waiting outdoors at the Brass Lantern. It was bad enough that I was having to high-step like a Walking Horse to keep the bottom lip from folding backward underneath the sole and tripping me, but then, while I stepped up on the sidewalk to go into the door, my Fit Flop tried to take a bite out of the concrete. This sent me slamming into the door. Okay, so it wasn't that bad, but it did catch the attention of a few people. I gave them an embarrassed grin and shrug, but I strode forward, undefeated by my hungry shoe's antics and high-stepped my way in past two dozen more people to register "Barnett: Party of Three." Don't feel bad for my newly personified Fit Flop, it got to eat off the floor.
