Crazy Legs

A few weeks ago my shower sandal broke. I may or may not have mentioned it. It's really beginning to cramp my style.

I know what you're thinking: Spencer why don't you just go buy a new pair of shower sandals. I could, and probably should, but if I did I would have nothing to write about today.

The strap on my left shower sandal snapped rendering this sandal essentially useless. Now strapless, it will not attach to my foot. This leaves me with one of two options(not including buying a new pair): find a way to manage with said defective sandal or stand barefoot in the locker room shower and surely subject my feet to a unique strand of fungus.

I've been choosing option one.

I've been noticing a lot of strange looks from my fellow Lifetime members in the locker room during my trek from my locker to the shower and back. People don't know what to make of my walk. I can tell in their heads that they can't decide whether something is physically wrong with me or I'm just a strange kid.

When I walk, I'm forced to drag my left foot on the ground, never raising it in the air, in order to insure that my sandal remains on, sparing my foot from disease. I end up walking like a mix of Captain Barbossa(after acquiring his peg leg, of course) and a modern day pimp.

I'm beginning to get used to my new stroll, hopefully those around me will stop staring. I tell em' take a picture, it'll last longer.