Dear Nameless Medical Supply Store,
The next time you decide to stop carrying Crocs, could you call and give me a heads up before I tromp into your store in 100 degree weather with my entire entourage (including a FarmBoy who hates shopping) in tow including a 9 year old with a serious case of Sensory Processing Disorder in the foot area who's ready to pick out her school shoes one week exactly before school starts?
Really, you don't have anything better to do. The Old and Infirm can wait for their O2 tanks for a few more minutes. Get your priorities in line.