I realise I have not updated my blog in far too long and I will begin by apologising. If I wrote about the past few days, this would probably get a bit too personal and mushy. So I have spared you. You're welcome.
Today, however, gave me something to blog about. It might sound a bit trivial, but I am still in shock -- and a bit sad as well.
Most of those who know me, can vouch for my extreme
Anyway, back to my dislike. Don't touch me with them. Don't ask me to touch or massage them. No I will not paint or cut your nasty little toenails. I'm not going to put on your shoes either. You need not be offended though, it is nothing personal.
That being said, a most tragic event occured today whilst I swam amongst the ocean life. I am oblivious to the exact time this happened, as well as the manner in which it took place; but, my brand new WHITE Old Navy slippers were stolen and now have someone else's gross feet in them. Mind you, I wear a size 5. I'm not sure how many people in this world could even fit into any shoe I put on.
Oh alchohol; the things you do to right-minded people.
How did I find out? Well you see, apparently the person also had old navy slippers -- white ones to be precise. So when I came out of the water and was ready to leave, I put my feet in those lovely size 8s and found them to be overwhelmingly roomy. I was sober though, and shortly thereafter came to the conclusion that they were not mine. Someone mistakenly, or not, went home with the wrong-sized slippers, and left me with their all-too-big and not-so-new ones that were "coincidentally" placed right beside my bag.
What are the odds.
Now, I am stuck with them. Of course, the first thing I did was wash them off. But I still feel gross wearing them, considering I have no idea whose feet they belong to. I have quite an imagination, you know, and it's simply perpetuating the problem.
If only Jamaica had an Old Navy.
as a foot lover that's too funny. I don't think you'd be afraid of my feet. I'd like to think they're my best feature and if I were to pursue a career as a foot model, I'm pretty sure I would be successful.
ReplyDeleteOn another note, I had a friend who felt the same way about feet. I pinned her down and rubbed my feet all over her (they were clean). Sounds cruel right? Nope, she was cured of her foot fear. I'm available if you'd like help with you fear!