Flipping Out All Summer   7 comments

They say summer 2012 arrived on June 20 at 7:09 PM. But it all depends on which they you listen to. In the United Kingdom, the British they proclaimed its arrival at 23:09. However down in the southern hemisphere  in places such as Argentina, Australia, and South Africa, they see things altogether differently. There they say June 20 marked the start of winter and that summer won’t be here until December.

And then, there’s the House of Mars. I am the resident they and I say summer 2012 bounded onto the scene on June 30 at approximately 5:00 PM. Why so late? Summer does not begin for me until I have bought my first pair of cheap, rubber, easily blown out flip-flops. And when I say cheap, I mean $1.00 as in the Dollar Store.

Most years, starting in May, my friendly neighborhood  Dollar Tree has a table piled high right by the entrance, and just in case you miss them, or you didn’t find the color you wanted, more are hanging by the checkout. But this year –  nothing. I was checking every Saturday and was beginning to fear I’d have no summer this year.  I was getting dangerously close to my temper tantrum threshold. I needed my flip-flops. With one day left before July, I tried again. My visit didn’t start on a high note. Solar lights occupied the flip-flop table, but there by the checkout – there they were.

Sure I could have bought a pair at Wal-Mart or Payless. I even saw some in CVS. But it had to be Dollar Store.  Why? Because that’s the closest thing to F.W. Woolworth in today’s world. I guess I have to go back to my childhood to explain.

My family used to rent a small beach cottage in Cape Cod each summer. We’d arrive at the end of June and while  my parents unpacked  we’d run down to the beach to see if anything had changed over the winter, then  check  out the other cabins to see if there were any new kids.  But while we were finally in Cape Cod, we weren’t officially there yet. That would have to wait for  the next day when my dad drove us  to the Woolworth’s on Main Street in Hyannis– to get our flip-flops. Although in those days we called them thongs, this being decades before underwear usurped the word.

Clad in the sneakers we’d soon be shedding, my two brothers and I would walk (because our mother had just told us not to run) to the aisle where the flip-flops always were. We’d come to a screeching halt halfway down the aisle. There on the left spread out in multi-colored, multi-sized disarray was a jumble of flip-flops. We’d go through them carefully. This was an important decision. We’d be wearing these all summer (unless we blew them out Jimmy Buffet-style.)

Yes, every year we’d ponder, hold-up, try on, and finally when my mother had come to the end of her patience, and make our decisions.  And each year we’d  make the same decision: brother #1 would choose green, and brother #2 would  choose yellow which left  me with blue or red. Usually I got blue.

Looking back I don’t know why we felt we had to get different colors. We were not going to get them mixed up. Five years separated me from brother #1 and he was five years older than brother #2.. If Goldilocks ever wandered in to our cabin and saw them lined up she’d assume they were Papa Bear’s, Mama Bear’s and Baby Bear’s.

This year, I was really drawn to a bright purple pair, a color never available back in the 1960’s. But on closer examination I notice the thong strap was twisted – a sure sign of premature blow out, and I don’t need any help in that department.  My choice was made for me. They only had one color in my size – colossal ten.

So for 2012, I am wearing brother #1’s flip flops

PS.

I got them not a moment too soon. On July 1, I was taking the garbage down to the garbage can. I hadn’t broken in 2012’s flip-flops and had slipped into an old fancier version of flip flops I’d been wearing around the house and yard. Oops, I tripped on a tree root. Coincidentally I’d  bought them during a visit to the Cape nine years ago. Yep I got nine years out of them.  Don’t believe me?

See for yourself.

July 2, while walking in  the city, in a strappy version of flip-flops, I tripped on a crack in the sidewalk.

Man! I’d just bought them last year! 

Do you think I should go back to Dollar Tree and get a spare pair?  The summer is still young.

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7 responses to “Flipping Out All Summer

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  1. Never allowed to have a pair of flip flops as a kid because they had no foot support. As an adult my first (and only) pair is in metallic gold, but they’re so awkward to walk in. I prefer sandals or mules.

  2. Oh how well I remember buying a pair of flip flops each summer, too! I was thrilled back in the 70’s when “Slaps” became popular because they wore better than regular flip flops. (Slaps were over-sized flip flops with straw bottoms, and colored velvety straps) I wore out many pairs of those before they went out of style 🙂 These days I just wear my Crocs year round…

    Hoping you get many happy miles out of your cute new flip flops! Let your “real” summer begin 🙂

    PS I love browsing at The Dollar Tree, too!

  3. What a great idea for a blog! I love watching people walk in flip-flops. To me it is an incredible skill. Just got back from Ocean City and while there, I watched many people navigating along in flip-flops. I coined a new term – “flip-flop malfunction”. Two young guys walking very fast. One suddenly has his flip-flop detach. Has to stop to pop it back together. Then they continue on their way.

    I used to call these tippies,but no one knew what I was talking about. Don’t know why I called them tippies, other than that every time I went out wearing them I tipped over.

    • Another great experience is when someone is following too close behind you and steps on the back of your flip flop. Either you come to a screeching halt or you have what you so aptly coin as a flip-flop malfunction.

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