reasons to love florida.
the salesman looks at the stamp on my hand. "did you go out clubbing last night?"
me: "uh, no. this is from butterfly world. i went this morning with my nana." casts eyes downward. no, not really. i wasn't ashamed. i was more embarrassed that he assumed, nay INSINUATED, that i was the clubbing type. in florida. which i am most certainly not. ESPECIALLY not in florida.
but the salesman was kind enough to sell me loubs flats for $80. and why the hell else shouldn't i love florida for that reason? oh yeah, lovely weather. not enough to get me to stay. too many hurricanes.
