There's an unintentionally hilarious article in the New York Post today about one woman's scarring night out. The problem? She was asked to remove her shoes upon entering a friend's apartment.
In her case the fear was not bare feet but mismatched socks, yet the plight is the same. Most of us recover in a few seconds rather than give quotes about our sole-baring experience that read like "I sat in the corner on the couch the entire time, because I was so terrified," but I'm sure (I hope!) it sounds more dramatic when written than said.
I shouldn't talk anyway, because my foot fear is real. I don't like people looking at them, and I certainly don't like anyone touching them — I all but need a Xanax to get a pedicure. I always calm down by reminding myself that no one's probably even looking. So when it comes to baring your toes, do you have cold feet?