Not in a “I have a foot fetish and they get me hot” way more in a “ewww get those nasty things away from me” way. It’s not a hate. Hate is a strong word. I just really don’t like naked feet touching my stuff. Worse than naked feet touching my stuff is other people’s naked feet touching my stuff.
In Turkey it is customary that you remove your shoes before entering someone’s home. I get it, I really do. There is a lot of dust and germs outside and you want to keep your pristine home as pristine as possible. When you visit someone’s home you are welcomed with a hearty hoş geldiniz and your host will place a pair of slippers at your feet. This. Makes. Me. Shudder! I look at those slippers at my naked feet and I wonder what awaits me. I mean how many other feet have been in these slippers? How many other dirty, sweaty, smelly tootsies have been subjected to sharing their dirty, sweaty, smelly selves with my feet. It’s a foot gang-bang.
Hygienically I am pretty sure you should not share shoes, when I was a kid my mum drilled it into me a hundred times! “You never know where their foot has been!” was her catchcry. It’s true though, you do never know where their foot has been.
We have all seen those ads on television, you know the ones with the festy toe and then miraculously the toe (with the help of some wonderous cream) becomes beautiful and no longer something that previously could have been found on Golan’s foot! They have these ads on all the time here in Turkey, even the advertisers know that you shouldn’t share your slippers.
Daughter had some friends over the other day and in order to escape I took My Hurley Dog for a walk. Upon my return I went to put my slippers on. MY slippers. My slippers do not live in the slipper box. My slippers are segregated from all other slippers so that they are not violated by unknown feet. My slippers are not to be passed around like a . . . well you get my drift. My slippers are wholesome and untarnished and for my dirty, sweaty, smelly feet alone. But upon my return from walking with My Hurley Dog my slippers were not in their usual segregated spot. I stealthy scanned the feet of the tweens in my living room. Aarrghhhh!
Someone is wearing my virgin slippers. I tried to bring it to Daughter’s attention that one of her friends were wearing my slippers but she was oblivious to my plight or perhaps she was ignoring me, well aware of her friend’s infraction. I looked in my slipper basket at all the other pairs that were available. Yes we have an abundance of slippers available. Do I put on a pair? No. I can’t do it! Ewww.
I am aware that I am sounding slightly unhinged at this point and I know I cannot say anything to the little 12 year old girl sitting on the floor, eating popcorn and singing along to some Turkish pop song with Daughter and her friends. I did watch her swanning around in my slippers for a long time though. I probably frightened her a little with my glare. I am obviously going to have to keep an eye on this one. I wonder if I could encourage Daughter to un-friend her. She is obviously devious, I mean after all who goes searching for slippers where there is a box of slippers right in front of her?
Yes she definitely needs to be unfriended. Pronto!
In the Land of Squatty Potties, you can never be too careful about foot hygiene.
Eeeeek! Terrible! We had a kapıcı and two plumbers come in and they asked for slippers. I gave them the guest slippers which we dont wear but I still shuddered as their unkempt bare feet emerged from tgeir shoes. What’s worse though is that once when I wasn’t home and we were still in the process of having our apartment set up, some workers came in and one, despite my husband’s protests, donned my Birkinstocks!!!!
Noo!!! Sacrilegious! It’s practically scandalous!
Oh dear I wouldn’t be welcome in your home then. I hate slippers. Not a big fan of shoes to be honest, can’t wait to get them off. Total barefoot girlie me.
I used to be like that, lived in thongs or bare feet but here there is always the chance of cutting my foot on something rusty or glass or something – plus the ground is so darn hot that my feet would be burnt up lol
Yeah bummer that, having to wear shoes outside.
lol….what a great post.!! I totally understand not being a big feet person myself….scrunching my face. Well except for baby feet 🙂
I sympathise and fully understand, honest! I hate feet. Always have, horrible toenails (especially men), cheesy odours, can’t stand them, even my own.
My Dad would take his shoes off and you’d see the steam rise as it sensed freedom, and then the whiff was overwhelming.
My ex had disgusting habits with his feet, and I was forever finding toenails on the window sill.
Hubby caught his toe on a carpet strip and couldn’t stop it bleeding. Despite being a first aider (what a wuss) I couldn’t face it, and still shudder at the though, and that was over 20 years ago!
I used to go ten pin bowling two or three times a week, and you hired the shoes to wear on the bowling lanes. Oh gawd, don’t go there. I went out and bought my own, AND my bowling ball! 🙂
Great post and I totally sympathize. I couldn’t put on those slippers again either. Totally have a foot thing about wearing other people’s shoes and slippers.
. . never, ever will you be able to winge on about wimpy poms again . . ever!
I did that once Alan. Just on Earth! Give a poor Aussie a break 😖
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