flippity flop

"Where the hell are my flip flops" is something that Dale has muttered a lot lately. I could care less to be honest, but they are the only shoes the kid wears. Flip flops to dale are like food to a homeless person. You don't mess with his flip flops unless you want to unleash the fury.

Not too long ago, our conversation went as follows:

"Dude, I can't find my flip flops...I KNOW i left them in front of my door."

"I don't know man, I don't have them"

20 min later...

"Dude, I'm an idiot, they were in front of my room all along...I think I'm just going blind."

"You're going something all right."

a few hours later, they have been misplaced again. Dale and I are sitting on the couch and what do we hear? "flip flop flip flop flip flop..." coming from the kitchen. The indian man came back from god knows where and walked into the living room. We looked down and what did we see? He was WEARING Dale's flip flops. I thought it was the funniest thing in the world. Dale didn't. I am not sure what cleaning measure Dale took, but I know he didn't take the right one as they weren't set on fire.