The Tale of the Amazing Shrinking Old Navy Flip Flop

A couple months ago, Jillian left her black pair of flip flops in my car should she ever need them. Since then, she's been searching for them. Last night, I reminded her where they were. We were on our way to my house to have a slumber party in my basement and we decided we wanted some ice cream, so we stopped at Wal-Mart. Jillian thought, "I want my black flip flops." So she said "where are my black flip flops?" they weren't where I remember them being so when we got to the store, we looked in my trunk for the sandals. Jillian found them, put them on, and realized something was very off with the shoes. As in, one was about 3 sizes smaller than the other. Jill has small feet, and for this one to not fit her was outrageous! It completely boggled our minds. There was no way that this teeny-tiny flipper belonged to anyone else. So she walked around Wal-Mart with one normal sized thong and a itty bitty sized thong shoe. This morning I was looking at the shoes and it turns out the smaller flip-flopper used to be size 5-6. (It says so on the bottom.) Somehow the shoe, while it was sitting in my car over this nice hot summer, was shrunken to a much smaller size. I don't know how, but I think it's hilarious!