One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.

Aside from being a dancer who looks at feet as instruments, and dating a boyfriend (who is completely normal) who understands my dislike for these appendages-- I still can't figure out why I hate them so much.  I'm sitting across from someone at the Starbucks I work at, and she's resting her bare feet on the leather ottoman.  Bare Feet!!!!  

Feet are just so gross.  Think about it- feet rhymes with meat, cheat, beat, neat, seat, etc.  If you were to go through each of those words and relate them back to feet, you'd come back with some very abstract- yet confusing phrases. 

"The neat meat of your feet beat the smell of your seat, you cheat!"

Yea, umm, the girl to the left of me is at least wearing her socks!