It’s finally flip-flop weather again. I recently bought some nicer ones that I could wear to work, and I had my cheap pink ones from last year- you know, five bucks at Old Navy, throw them on when you leave the house flip-flops? They’re perfect except that they’re pink and therefore don’t go with everything.

Yesterday, I noticed some cheap black flip-flops in my closet, identical to the pink ones except for color. “Hmm,” I thought, “I forgot I had those. Why haven’t I been wearing them? They’re black. They go with anything.” So I put them on and left the house.

Then, as I was walking down the street, the plastic part that goes between my toes disconnected from the rest of the shoe, leaving me to stumble forward and almost fall flat on my face. And that jogged my memory.

“Ah, yes,” I thought. “Now I remember. I don’t wear these because they’re broken and for some strange reason I didn’t throw them out!”