No matter how many lone shoes I come across, I am always amazed with when and where I find one by itself. Driving home from brunch on Sunday, I spotted a Nike sport flip flop in the grass just off the side of the road. First off, how does a flip flop find itself alone in the dead of winter? It would make a bit more sense if it were summer, but the temperature outside, according to my car's thermometer that day, read 40 degrees. So who's wearing flip flops in this colder weather, and how did the flop end up flying solo in the first place? Also, on the other side of the grass and waist high shrubbery, sits a swanky resort, reaffirming for me that shoes go missing in all walks of terrain. Finding lost soles never gets old!
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