From the beginning, I thought Crocs were ridiculous and hoped the fad would end quickly, but it did not. Soon there were more colors available, showing off a rainbow of pliable holy shoes that would be better suited for the beach or for walking around in a water park.
As more people jumped on the bandwagon, more stores sold their souls to the petroleum-based gods. I think I may have even seen them sold in a book store. Racks of Crocs took the place of gum and mints in the impulse buy areas near checkouts.
They had all colors, sizes and then, they grew fur. Seriously, how much can you dress up a plastic shoe? You can take the kid out of the trailer park but you can't take the trailer park out of the kid. They're still Crocs.
The Croc accessories may have been the last ploy by the makers of the laughable trend to get the ultra casual sect of society to buy their third or fourth pair. However, when people decided two is enough, the demand fizzled and the market dried up.
Now, I can walk through shopping centers with less fear. In most cases I know the only Crocs I will see are on the grandma who is just trying to be cool or the soccer mom who just hasn't found the time to buy more appropriate foot attire.
I can hold my head up high, knowing I made it through the ultra embarrassing period of time when so many people thought Crocs were cool, without ever owning a pair. I've never tried on the silly slip ons nor thought it would be a good idea to do so.
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