Showing posts with label flip flops. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flip flops. Show all posts

Sunday, May 25, 2008

Flip-flop Crazy

It happened again. Ippo has fallen out of love with his Crocs.

Yesterday, Denver, Ippo and I went to All Flip-Flops at the Bonifacio High Street. While Daddy Denver was trying on some flip-flops, Ippo started mingling with the staff. Later on, he was also trying on flip-flops.

I had no intentions of getting Ippo his own pair, but I easily had a change of heart. I thought, what the heck. He will outgrow his old Havaianas in a couple of months anyway. Aside from that, I wanted to give the staff some consuelo. The lady who assisted Ippo took every kiddie flip-flop for him to try on. I give her an “A” for keeping my kid busy for at least thirty minutes.

While we were waiting for a bigger size on our final choice, I told Ippo to wear his Crocs. The child refused to wear them. “No. Ma-dumi yan.” Uh-hmm, okay, if you say so.

I think I’m spoiling my kid but it’s such a joy to see him so excited over a pair of rubber slippers.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Uso Pa Ba Ang Flip Flops?

I hate it when somebody steps on your foot, most especially when they don’t even bother to apologize. I stepped off an elevator just a few minutes ago, this employee got on as I was on my way out. She stepped on my toe and continued to cackle on about who knows what and didn’t even say sorry. I hate that. I hate it too when people won’t wait until you get off the elevator and just shove themselves in. I have complained about this countless times in our quarterly employee satisfaction survey. Etiquette should be a module during training.

Okay, so my toe doesn’t hurt but there’s dirt on it. Incidentally, I am wearing my new Havaianas. And no, I didn’t buy them. It was given to me by my favorite aunt just before she flew back to California. I’ve always wanted to have one just because everybody has a pair. Imagine how excited I was when my mom sent me this text message: Anong size mo? Bibili ka namin apat Havaianas. Huwattt? Four pairs? Then I realized she probably meant dapat and not apat. My excitement went down four notches.

Every time I go inside Chocolate to check them out, I end up leaving the store empty handed. I’m just too stingy to buy overpriced rubber slippers. Besides, were not really allowed to wear them in the office. Some just get away wearing Havaianas High Look flip-flops during dress down days. Office Security are supposed to report non-compliant employees but I think it’s not really clear to them what is and isn’t allowed. One employee argued that she should be allowed to enter the office because her slippers are not really informal. She told the guard she had gold slippers so the guard let her in.

Ippo beat me to a pair of Havaianas. He received a pair of Havaianas Kids Monsters from his Tita Carla for his second birthday. I got myself beige Logo flip-flops around the same time. Those are the High Look imitations for only P150. Honestly, now that I have my own Havaianas, I can’t feel any difference. They look and feel the same way on my feet. I thought that the real ones would actually be more comfy. Maybe the flat flip-flops would be more delightful on my feet. But I’m not about to buy a pair. I don’t even know if the flip-flop craze is over.