You Are Not Alone: Flip Flop Sabotage

(Girl, Interrupted: Summer Edition)

Because nothing says “hot girl summer” like being publicly betrayed by your own damn shoe.

Picture this—

It’s a hot summer’s day.

And I do mean hot. I know a “warm” summer’s day sounds more poetic, but let’s be real—we are living through global warming.

You’re feeling yourself in that summer outfit—the one that always hits just right.

You’ve got your favorite sunglasses on (you know, the ones you’ll probably lose by next week), and you’re strutting down the street, iced coffee in hand, feeling cute, confident, and maybe just a little cinematic.

Then—

THAT jolt.

That rude little lurch that sends coffee flying all over your I-was-feeling-myself outfit.

And then you hear it.

That betrayal smack of a flip-flop slapping against the sidewalk.

Your graceful strut becomes a stumble, and you’re muttering “ouch” or “dammit” under your breath like this flip-flop isn’t the exact same shoe that has done this to you every single time.

The cinematic moment now has a title:

Girl, Interrupted.

By that fucking flip-flop.

That little foam-footed betrayer.

You know the one.

Cue

“Hot Child in the City.”

You are not alone.