Me and My Flip Flops

Okay SO here's the deal, Paris. Yeah, it's November. Yeah, I'm wearing flip flops. YEAH, they're red and awesome and stain my feet. But YOU ALL have no reason to stare at them then whisper to your neighbor about them.

THAT HAPPENED. I was on the métro yesterday, just listening to my iPod, minding my own business. Two girls are sitting across from me. One of them looks down, sees my flips flops, then POKES HER FRIEND, points at my feet, and whispers something.

And this is not an isolated incident. This is NORMAL when I'm wearing flip flops.

It's a very bizarre trend that I fully hope to further exploit before I leave. Seriously, next time I catch someone looking--and I will catch them, cuz I catch them EVERY TIME--I'm gonna go, 'Is there something wrong with my feet? Are you AGAINST comfort? You want me to waste my socks when it's a perfectly decent temperature out for wearing flip flops? DO YOU HATE LIBERTY?'

And then they'll be all, 'Oooh, I love your accent, are you from England?'