Follow behind me at the store.
Every G-D aisle.
Every single one.
Shuffle your feet.
Drag your shoes.
Make as much noise as those flip flops will allow.
There is nothing wrong with your feet or legs.
Pick them up.
I'm surprised there aren't holes in the soles of those damn things.
I guess I just don't understand why people do that?! Why would you shuffle around like you have a broken leg. Wait! People with broken legs don't even shuffle, they have crutches, their feet come up off of the floor.
Is it attention, some sort of siren to let other people know you are in the area? We know.
Why walk around slumpy, slouchy and disaffected?
Stand up, walk silently.
I can't even tell you why this sound bothers me like it does. I love the shuffling rustling sound of leaves, tall dry grass, and even the low slapping of water on the shore. All I do know is I don't like when people eat with their mouth open, I don't like gum chompers, and I don't like foot shufflers.