Anyone See My Toe?

Well...well...well...Hi-Ho Silverhorners... long time no see or talk to, sorry, this is a busy time of the year up on Silverhorn Mountain, lots going on...but...there is no time too busy not to stop and talk to you about...you guessed it, croc safety....

No...I am not talking about crocidiles, or alligators, I'm talking about the most loathsome, ugly, silly, things known to men...those plastic shoes that look like something an overweight, aging wife in the backwoods of Russia during the cold war would wear as she killed a chicken for supper...

The little pieces of plastic, like a child's toy, molded in the likeness of real grown up shoes that have become so popular of late, because, like so many marketer's know, and Barnum Bailey said, 'you can fool most people most of the time' and someone else said, 'those are silly looking shoes' Of course I am talking about Cayman Sandal Crocs


Frequent reader's of The View From Silverhorn Mountain know that I have been somewhat against these shoes since I first laid eyes on them. But I have laid off of late because, well, I started to feel pity for the wearer's realizing, albeit a little too late that they probably cannot help themselves. In all likelyhood they are wearing the shoes that they were given in the hospital following their accident. As soon as the shock treatment kicks in and they remember where their feet are, they will probably get rid of them.

I had laid off the whole 'croc' thing following several articles I had written some time back, This is A Croc! which was followed by some other equally informative posts and references to the um...ahh...shoes....However, I had to come back to them tonight, much to my chagrin, because of something that happened in Old Fellar Hollow, just down the road from Silverhorn Mountain. It seems one of the residents of the assisted living facility got out and into the gardener's shed. Thinking himself a young man back in the subdivision, Old Davey as his fellow resident's refer to him, got hold of the lawnmower, started it up and promptly cut his big toe off when he stuck his foot under the mower to see if it was going....unfortunately, the old fella is deaf, and couldn't hear the mower.

Of course, they don't give the assisted living residents steel toe safety boots, they give them, you guessed it, 'crocs' and they don't offer a lot of toe protection if you know what I mean....they are freakin' plastic, with holes in them...no man in in his right mind would wear them. Of course they are very popular because there are a lot of men not in their right minds....

The pity of it is, Old Davey had some of the nicest toes in the assisted living facility, on Friday's the nurses would paint them up for him, and he was the belle of the Old Fellar Hollow Assisted Living Facility Saturday Night Dance and Diaper Changing Party. (By the way, the diaper changing party is a hoot, a litle like musical chairs, the nurses put a bunch of diapers on a table and play music, until the residents find their own diapers and put them on. Sometimes they show it on the local cable channel...Silverhorn Mountain TV, now available in HDTV)
Here is a pic one of the nurses, sent me of Old Davey's foot before the accident.


But wait...there's more...Old Davey is pretty broke up about all of this, because he won't be able to wear his Sassari Peep Toe Wedges to the next dance. He just got them too, and is quite disappointed.



The good news is, the doc's have checked out Davey's prognosis, and say he will soon be able to return to his job as safety supervisor at the Old Fellar Hollow Assisted Living Facility.

There ya have it, more safety tips from Silverhorn Mountain...Get well soon Davey!