My calf muscles were exhausted after a 20-minute walk from all of the lower body effort needed to keep these snot-on-Vaseline-on-glass slick flip flops under me.

There could only be one explanation. These flip flops must have been manufactured by the same factory, and were bought and branded by these two separate companies to sell as their own in hopes that no one would ever find out.

The NDBs with me every step, laser precision; no oversized toe-pad catching the stair above, their perfectly tensioned strap keeping the sole close, but not cutting off my circulation.

The Hari Mari Scouts exude life, personality, fun. These are definitely going into my regular flip flop rotation and will see lots of playtimes this summer.

I really wanted to feel nothing for these flip flops, but they are just too good. I even adore their name, “Land Shark” but feel I should despise the blatant retro-cutesy-cool attempt to catch my eye.