Crocs have to be the ugliest form of footwear invented, but they are so wonderful. I love throwing them one to quickly run to the store or take out the garbage or pick up me from the bus stop. Unfortunately, I sometime forget that they really aren't outside of the house shoes and just add to my disheveled look I try to pull off everyday.
It was bound to happen that I would forget my shoe choice at a most inconvenient time. Such as racing to Zumba only to realize my crocs were still on. In my mind, I tried to figure out if it was worth it to race to some store to buy a pair of shoes. No, because 1: I would be even more late if not miss the whole class. B: I am way too cheap to throw away money on new shoes just because I wasn't thinking.
So with just about enough dignity that a Zumba fan could muster, I began shaking my stuff whilst trying to keep huge crocs on my feet.