My roommates think I was raised in the jungle.
It was actually just the outskirts of Detroit. Not jungle-like at all. Yet, they are pretty sure there must have been jungle nearby. This is mainly because I don't wear house shoes. House shoes are shoes you put on after you take your shoes off. This makes sense, yes? They are quite like slippers, plastic sandals, anything that prevents your feet from touching the floor.
Socks do not count, I have discovered.
But I don't wear them, these house shoes. Well, I didn't. Until I was asked enough times why I wasn't wearing any and if my feet were cold and maybe I would get sick and weren't my socks getting dirty and really, Americans don't wear house shoes?
Alas, we are barbarians. I gave in to the cultural pressure and bought house shoes.
They cost me €4.95, approximately $7.00. They are fuzzy and warm. They have a light leopard print. And I forget them in my room. In the kitchen. The bathroom. Everywhere.
But, the point is, I have them. I am culturally aware.
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You're becoming so German! And to think you've only been there a few weeks! ;)
ReplyDeletei wear them too but most other americans think i'm strange..hehe
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