I’m actually not a big fan of summer. I can withstand the heat and humidity, but the thing that I hate the most about summer is… feet. I hate feet. I have something equivalent to an anti-fetish of feet.
Summer brings about the shedding of clothes, and then comes the shedding of shoes and socks. Bare feet.
And heat and humidity only serve to exacerbate the smells of the city: hot garbage, animal waste, dirty sewer water, and sweaty feet.
I am nauseous just thinking about it.
If people are going to bare their feet in flip-flops or sandals that accentuate long worm-like toes or stubby Vienna sausage-like appendages, please, please, for the love of God, clean your feet! It’s bad enough that I have to look at your gnarled, crusty, crumby toes – I don’t want to be able to smell them either!
Have mercy on a foot-phobic girl.
G, meanwhile, eats feet.