In the End . . . Totally Worth It

I’d like to apologize in advance to everyone out there who gets a little (or a lot) grossed out by toes. Truthfully, toes aren’t my favorite. My own toes are acceptable to me. I mean, I don’t think they’re really great to look at or cuddle with or anything, but they keep me from falling over MOST of the time, and for that, I’m grateful.
Other people’s toes–now those are a different story. While I’m not one of those people who gags at the sight of someone else’s foot digits, I’m not really stoked about you touching me with them. So if you ever try to hand me something with your foot, play footsie with me while we’re bare-footed, tickle me with your toes, or do anything along those lines, you will get punched. Just so you know.
So, the apology and the warning go something like this:
If the sight or thought of toes makes you a little squeamish, I’m sorry, and please stop reading now.
Wow, that was a lot of explanation. And it was all for this–last week my friend Aubree suggested we go get pedicures. Generally speaking, I am a little hesitant to do stuff like that because I feel bad for the people who have to touch my feet. That’s fairly illogical, isn’t it? I mean, they chose their profession, right? They could have easily taken a job at a desk, or working with sandwiches, or anything other than feet, but they didn’t. Instead, they decided that their dream job would be scrubbing callouses and clipping toe nails. I guess now that I think about it, I don’t feel so bad for them after all. If that’s what they want to do, more power to them! That’s what I say.
The pedicure was fun, relaxing, and only slightly awkward. Did I mention I’m super ticklish and laughed through a good portion of it? Yeah, I did. Have you ever tried giving someone a foot massage when they can’t stop laughing? Me neither, but I bet it’s hard.