Actually this story isn't a crock, but that was the most creative thing I could come up with. This story is about my two Croc shoes, Sam and Pete. Just kidding, they don't have names. But the story is still about them.
I love my Crocs. They look(ed) like this
Ryan got them for me a couple years ago and I was hesitant to wear them because they're ugly but then I started to wear them around the house and realized they're the greatest thing on earth. I frequently wear them out and about usually because I forget I'm wearing them until I get about a mile from home and figure it's not worth it to turn around and change my shoes. I've done this 6 times coming home from work for lunch. Nothing rounds off your nice work outfit of a skirt and blouse like rubber Crocs. But I wear them to the store because I don't care what I look like at the grocery store.
Anyways ... I wore these this weekend (of course) when we were in Ogden. We had a dentist appointment on Monday morning in Ogden and then Ryan dropped me off at work. Monday night Ryan unloaded everything from his car and dumped it in a pile in the living room. Tuesday morning I remembered my MaryJane shoes were in my car so I just needed some shoes to get from the house to my car in the garage. (I don't like walking barefoot in the garage because then my feet are cold for the whole day). I looked through the pile of car barf really fast and found one Croc. Figuring that would be enough to get me to my car 10 feet away I put on one Croc and hopped on that foot to Betty.
Today, two days later, I went for a walk with my friend Heather around our building because it was so nice outside. As we were coming back to our building Heather starting laughing about a shoe that she had been watching out her office window. She wanted to see if somebody had picked it up yet so we walked over towards the Washington Mutual parking lot. In the grass was a blue shoe. I went to pick it up to put it on top of a 'no parking' sign so that if somebody was looking for it they could see it really easily. I looked at it and commented that I had a pair of crocs that had white paint on the toes just like these did. Then I thought it was funny that there was also brown paint on top just like mine. It should have been more instantaneous but I soon realized that ... this was my Croc! I didn't know I was missing it (although hopping on one foot because I only had one should have been a dead giveaway) and I'm not sure how it got in that WaMu parking lot.
We went back up to our office and when I walked in everybody was like "sick, why are you carrying that nasty croc that's been traveling around the parking lot for the whole week". BECAUSE IT'S MINE! Apparently everybody had been following it from the front of the building. (I NEVER use this door because the parking garage is in the back but it must have fell out of the car when Ryan dropped me off at the front of the building on Monday) It has traveled from the front of the building to the middle of the parking lot, over to WaMu, back into the parking lot and then into the grass. If only somebody would have told me about this vacationing Croc! I could have rescued him much earlier. I think I was the only person in the office that didn't know about the orphan shoe.
So I have my Croc back safe and sound. Well actually it has tire tracks on it and a broken strap so pretty much I just have it back. I was actually kind of sad when I realized that it was mine. Those Crocs have been on many-a-vacation, been my slippers for the last 2 years, been on tons of Sunday walks and I have probably cleaned them a million times. (rubber shoes clean up quite nicely). It was wierd to see my little Croc-ie just laying there all dirty and broken.
I think I can fix him though. Croc.com says that they can mail you new rivets for the strap and I think he'll clean up just fine. For now he's on my wall and my coworkers have been rubbing him for good luck. Afterall, he has survived abandonment, abuse and mockery all in the last four days. I'm sorry Croc. I think his new name will be Champ. So I guess they do have names, left and Champ.
2 comments:
Good story! Oh, I miss the Melissa stories... Thanks for sharing.
I laughed out loud at car barf. I'm very familiar with car barf.
lol, love the story. croc did just open an outlet store in park city at the tanger outlets so you could get some more, if you ever wanted to
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