Of my new found love for being barefoot. We went on vacation last week and they told me to wear shoes, so I did for two days and finally got to go barefoot when we were at the great sand dunes (I live in Colorado, BTW). Then we come back today and I decide, "Fuck it, I'll just follow my friend barefoot." because we stopped so my dad could pick up some tobacco and my friend wanted to check his work schedule. I walked in, no one so much as acknowledged the fact that I was barefoot (except for my friends aunt and uncle, who happened to be there). This is where I question their views: I come out, and climb back in our SUV. My brother starts off by saying, "No shirt, no shoes, no service." and I just tell him that I wasn't looking for service anyhow. Then my mom cuts in and says that that has always been a rule of hers (which she must have neglected to ever mention before, now). She then notes, sarcastically I assume, that she'll disown me, so I respond like a smart ass and my dad asks me whether I think this is Iraq or not. I tell him no, it's America, and last I checked, you were free to not wear shoes. SUMMARY: I think my parents consider me being barefoot hurts their reputation in some way or another; any suggestions on how to explain to them that it's not just some phase?