What is it with feet?

I am hereby declaring a moratorium on venturing outside of my apartment. This is to last until such action is absolutely necessary (unfortunately, this will be in about 14.5 hours).

An overheard conversation on the bus this afternoon (thank god i wasn't directly involved in this one):

-- 'You know what i really hate?'

-- 'What?'

-- 'Blisters.'

-- 'Ugh.'

-- 'I have three or four big blood blisters on my toe right now. They just keep rubbing and rubbing against my shoe.'

Etcetera.

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[Andy]

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