I wear flip-flops in the house, and occasionally out (generally for a pedicure), but I can't walk far in them comfortably.

I can't stand flip flops (only wear them at the pool to protect my feet from planters warts and athletes foot), mostly because I always get blisters in between my big toe and second toe.

Sue, I never saw Slacker.

It hasn't aged well. It's very of it's time.

Any kind of thong sandal gives me foot cramps.

I tried wearing flip-flops last summer and found they throw off my gait too much, and I hate that thing between my toes.

Outside shoes come off when I come in the door. Do you know what's on the bottom of those shoes? Bird shit, dog shit, cat piss, dead bugs, motor oil; I don't want it on my carpet. Ew.

My Croc flip-flops are my default airport shoe

I live in my Lands End version of Croc flip-flips (Trellos, maybe?).

Outside shoes come off when I come in the door. Do you know what's on the bottom of those shoes? Bird shit, dog shit, cat piss, dead bugs, motor oil; I don't want it on my carpet. Ew.

There is so much pet hair and other ick on our floors that I NEVER go barefoot in the house, which breaks my heart. Prior to moving in with The Boy, if I was at home, I was barefoot.

I can't walk barefoot for any length of time, so I have a pair of cheapo inside flip-flops. I do enforce a "take your shoes off at the door please" policy for visitors.

My arches are often not in the same place as where the shoe arches want them to be.

There is so much pet hair and other ick on our floors that I NEVER go barefoot in the house, which breaks my heart.

Another reason I'm glad of my cleaning service! I clean the floor of the downstairs bathroom between cleanings, where it tends to get dirtier, but my litterbox set-up results in very little tracking, which would be the main problem.

Hubby hates any sandal that makes a flap noise, because it reminds him of the little old ladies he saw when he was a kid in Hawaii, flapping around in their sandals made of old tires. For some reason, it just drives him nuts, no matter how cute or comfortable they are.

The thought of flip flops gives me the chills. I cannot stand that thing between my toes!

Also, didn't flip flops used to be called "thongs"