Inappropriate

So today I decided to engage in our door - to - door activity. And in order to take part in such activity, one must be neatly dressed, not slovenly, nor anything inappropriate. After all, we're coming to your door, the last thing we want to do is scare you off (even though we do anyway). This morning I had an overwhelming urge to wear my flip flops. This would actually be inappropriate, because it doesn't really meet up with certain dress standards, at least in this country. So the adult reasoning took over, and forced me into wearing dress shoes. It's only for a few hours, I reasoned, then I can wear my flip flops everywhere else I please. This wrestling in mind took me back to my high school days. When I was a teenager, I was somewhat rebellious, but in a passive way. I would push the envelope, but would not make a spectacle of myself. When I was finally called upon my actions, I always had a smart retort, which usually hindered my cause. One day, at school, I was called to the office immediately by the vice principal. On my way, I'm running thru my mind, trying to figure out what in the world I had done. This happened to be a time when I was on my best behavior, so this really had me stumped. When I arrived in his office, he called attention to my footwear - flip flops - my shoe of choice. He then threw the high school handbook in front of me, and asked me to turn to a certain page, and read a certain section involving dress code about shoes. So far so good, I don't see any infractions on my part. He then asked me my definition of shoe. My answer was very succinct, "Something you wear on your feet". We then looked up a definition in the dictionary, to further clarify his reason for 'harshing my gig'. Webster sided with the principal, and said it was a foot 'covering', thus nullifying my right to wear flip flops in school. The first remark that popped into my head, and this would have had a negative response I'm sure, was to ask why flip flops were sold in department stores in the 'SHOE' section. If they're not really a shoe, shouldn't they have their own spot elsewhere in the store? Amazingly enough, wisdom prevailed, and I said nothing. I was made to go to my gym locker and change my flip flops. In protest, I wore my football cleats for the rest of the day, thus prompting fellow students to ask, "What's up with the cleats"? This gave me an opportunity to tell them how 'THE MAN' was repressing me. I may have lost the flip flop battle, but did I really:)