Thursday, October 28, 2010
Today, as I sat in my car and ate my breakfast (the chicken nugget on a biscuit Chick-Fil-A gave me) I simultaneously burned the HELL out of my tongue on molten coffee and saw three girls get out of a car with galoshes on. Not one, but THREE sets of galoshes. Mind you, it's not raining. I've noticed this trend before: galoshes with shorts on a sunny day. I shake my head and walk to the library where I'm bombarded with MORE galoshes and shorts. I decide to investigate. Seems Kate Moss showed up somewhere important in galoshes and now it's the new craze. It's still irritating. Irritating in that Kate Moss could wear a potato sack and everyone would crave french fries in a sexual way (well, you can't possibly EAT them if Kate Moss is wearing it). At any rate, like I say with hot pants: just because you can wear them doesn't mean you should wear them. And, as punishment for falling victim to ugly trends, I hope all these girls are stricken with athlete's foot.