“What The Eff?” Wednesday: One Man’s Trash
Guys . . . you know. . . we’re all having tough times. Pinching pennies, tightening belts, and cutting open tubes of toothpaste for that last brush-worth instead of just tossing them isn’t just thrifty, its mandatory. I’ve been using the same stick of deodorant until the plastic scratches my pits and banging ketchup bottles against the table before I dare open a new one. And yes, I’m rocking last year’s flip-flops. But come on, yo.
Wearing someone else’s flip-flops is not simply a sure road to foot fungus, but its just downright nasty. Times are not tough enough for you to spend the summer creating new grooves in someone else’s sandals. And certainly not for no eight dollars! Eight dollars? That is eight pairs of dollar store flip-flops, Four pairs of beauty supply store Chinese sandals, or one pair of those random wedge flip flops at Old Navy with enough left over for a Diet Dr. Pepper. Yet, the auction is over, and the item has been purchased by the lone bidder. Dogged flip-flops for eight dollars plus shipping. Enough writing for now, I have some stretched out bras and holey socks that I need to go post on E-Bay right quick.