feets don't fail me now

I think I have some kind of foot obsession. No, no, no. Not that kind. The kind that leaves me completely revolted by the feet of strangers and near-strangers. My feet are fine, and my family's feet are fine, mostly, but I am totally grossed out by other people's.

There I was last night at McDonald's. My friend Denise and I took the kids for some nuggets fries, and go-play time. And, like the big sign on the door says, we had our kids take off their shoes but leave their socks on before entering the play apparatus. So, then, why was I treated to the sight of some fat 9-year-old's bare, sweaty, linty feet touching the very place where Jonah would put his hands only moments later? It's not even like the kid had sandals on, and spontaneously showed up at McDonald's, and had to be barefoot if he wanted to play. No! The little bugger donned his foul socks and footwear when it was time to go home!

I was once at Chuck E. Cheese's. That place is the most disguting ever. Every child but mine was barefoot, spreading tinea pedis and god knows what else on every conceivable surface before eating their nasty pizza with unwashed hands.

My foot issue goes double for acquaintances (like I said, it's not really friends) who show up at my house wearing leather shoes without socks, and then take them off upon entering. Now, on one hand, it's nice that they are attempting to observe what is clearly, judging by the piles of shoes at every entrance, the custom of my home, but, please take note: if your feet leave sweaty footprints on the tiles of my kitchen floor, just leave your shoes on. I'd rather deal with the tracks.

Posted by volfie at August 18, 2004 02:59 PM