You think you can just try them on for a laugh, or because they're the only footwear available to you in the strange warehouse full of broken glass you just woke up in, or because you want to be as smokin' hot as that Mario Batali adonis, but then you step out in the sun for a few hours and bam, you now have shameful evidence of you being a Crocs wearer burnt into your skin for all to see. Crocs: Not. Even. Once.