The Flip Flop Revenge

Heard a little story (I guess you can call it a story), in the few hours I spent in L.A. before embarking on Pete and I's Epic Quest to Orlando, which really made me laugh. So, because I like to make others laugh as well, I figured I'd share. I know, I know, you're welcome.

But first, a little back story:

A few days after returning home from L.A. last November, Pete asked if I had left a pair of crusty brown flip flops at his apartment. And yes, in fact I had. These "crusty" flops were just that, C-R-U-S-T-Y. They had been in commission for probably a year too long, mainly because I'm lazy; and so, were forced to trek on.... and on... and on (undoubtedly, these shoes had seen their day). Without hesitation, I told Pete it would be in their best interest if he'd put them out of their misery, and toss 'em. To which he SAID he'd do so immediately.

Fast forward to last week, and you can imagine my surprise when, while talking to Bobby and Ryan outside the apartment, I saw them reappear right before my eyes! They had NOT made it to flip flop heaven after all.

After reuniting with my old pals, I decided I still did not want these shoes (especially since they had been dubbed "crusty") so, I thought the best thing to do would be to contribute to the trash that is the run-down rooftop next door. Pete threw the first shoe (it landed face down, much to my disappointment), and just before I threw it's sibling, Bobby and Ryan spoke up, stopping me. I didn't really get it, why did they care if I threw the shoe? They looked at each other and concocted something to the degree of using my shoe as a bug smasher (they have/had a little bug problem, but don't cringe too much, it's no Joe's Apartment). So alright, that's kinda gross, but ok, whatever, "haha", my shoe's a bug killer. I got the feeling however they were BS-ing me, and I was somehow left out of the joke. Hi middle school flashback...

Later, the truth came out. Apparently my flip flop had been used as a way for Bobby to torture Ryan, and for Ryan to try to torture Bobby. One would hide the crusty flop in a strategically placed area where the shoe would then become a horrific surprise to the other. And back and forth they'd go. This is funny enough, but Bobby, I've decided, is a genius; coming up with some of the best hiding spots in history:

Under Ryan's pillow.
In Ryan's guitar case.
Taped to the back of the closed toilet bowl lid.
And my personal favorite, deep within Ryan's cereal box.

The last of which is my favorite mainly because, while the flip flop quietly awaited Ryan's arrival, Bobby and Ryan were busy debating whether or not to go out to eat, and Ryan decided that he'd rather just eat at home.

He was really craving a bowl of cereal. Little did he know...

And so, because of their little game, Bobby and Ryan were not yet ready to say goodbye and part with the flip flop that had brought so many laughs. And really who could blame them?

So there the flop will stay, and there the flop will play, in a cozy little apartment, on Rampart in L.A.