You've been to over six different countries. You've been through rainstorms, sunshine and snow. You've been teased and taunted and called Jesus Sandals. You've kissed concrete, grass, mud, and the beer-soaked floor of Rick's. You've been the sole inspiration of several 'Birks at the Bar!' chants. You've been worn and torn to the core.
And after all these years, you still manage to give my feet a great big hug every time I slip you on. How do ya do it? That's what I call unconditional love right there.