Ah, the life of someone who’s got so little to worry about that he needs to make worthy a non-issue (“Dirty feet,” June 23).
Alrighty then, Mr. Cowley. I’ll gladly stand up for the “boys and girls” you spoke about in your letter.
Oh, the unacceptable sin they’ve committed in walking around wearing flipflops with dirty feet, allowing you to proclaim your belief that you are certain it has something to do with their “hygiene procedure.”
Yep, I’m a 46-year-old woman who finds herself almost always (spontaneously) washing windows, pruning roses, sweeping the patio, pulling weeds — in my flip-flops. (Flip-flops are like that. They make you feel comfortably ... motivated.)
So, lo and behold, I sometimes find myself out in public after such nonsense with heels that look like I’ve “worked a shift in a coal mine.” (Oh, the horror!)
Dirty elbows? You might have had me thinking. Dirty feet? Tells me that those kids are doing something other than sitting on their behinds doing a lot of nothing.
Perhaps if you walked a mile in any of their flip-flops, you’d have a valid point. As it stands? Not really.