Mingin feet

Yesterday while I was waiting in the ASDA pharmacy for my prescription, I saw the most distressing sight I've ever seen. Now given that I was (and still am) feeling piss poor, the last thing I needed to see in my condition was...

THE MANKIEST, SKANKIEST, MINGIN FEET EVER!!!

This girl and her mum and 2 kids came up to the counter. The girl was around my age, maybe a couple of years younger. She was a bit on the chunky side (not that I can talk) and was dressed in cropped jeans with black flip flops. Sounds ok I hear you ask...well it WASN'T.

As she was a bit larger, her feet were also a bit larger (unlike mine!). They were like huge bulbous pig trotters with squinty toenails. Gross. And as if that wasn't bad enough, I don't think she'd washed her feet in a week! They were manky, dirt between her toes and across her foot and toenails that would make you vomit.

WHY-OH-WHY??? If she couldn't be arsed washing her feet that day, or indeed that week, then why did she insist on wearing "look at my feet" cropped trousers and "aren't my feet beautiful" black flip flops?

What's the world coming to I ask. This whole ordeal hasn't helped my recovery one bit!