So you washed the pigeon guts into a public fountain? Girl! Now that fountain has floating bits of pigeon in it!
I love flip flops - but mostly I love strappy wedges.
Gross foot stories:
Dana Jean I actually had someone hurl on my feet once at the Beale Street Music Festival. Since then I don't wear sandals to large public drunken stupors. Also, once I was walking to lunch with some friends downtown and felt something warm and icky on my foot. I had walked into an exploded pigeon, all over my lovely strappy sandals. I don't like pigeons anyway but exploded ones...well, they're the worst. Fortunately there's some really cool ground fountains downtown and I was able to wash my feet on the way. Memphis is super cool.