As I was leaving work today, making my usual beeline for the time clock, I passed a man standing near the refrigerated soft drinks that required me to do a double take. No, I did not look twice at him for his dashing middle-aged man-ness, nor his receding hairline, or even his frontal orb of a beer belly. But rather, for these bad boys:
What are these?? Are these shoes? Ultra durable toe socks? Gloves…but for your feet? I am so confused. I wanted to stare for a minute to satisfy my curiosity but I couldn’t have him flatter himself thinking I wanted a piece of that or something (Insert Joey Tribbiani's “How YOU doin?” here). I mean, what look are they even going for with this footwear?…if you can even call it that. Because I’m pretty sure that guys feet looked like the foot of some sort of reptile, or Avatar, or amphibious creature that should be hopping from lily pad to lily pad in some endangered rainforest somewhere. But alas, here he was, at my place of employment, nowhere near any large bodies of water, small ponds, or flying mountain banshees.
I guess some questions we’re just never meant to know the answer to.