Surprise, surprise one thing that’s NOT a myth about the far East: you have to take off your shoes when you enter someone’s home. Of course I had to learn this custom the hard way because on the day that my smelly toes look like I chewed them through a stressful school exam, I had to enter someone’s home and bare all. Little did I know my je ne sais quoi could not save me from the horrible humiliation that lurked at the end of my feet... I tried my best to hide them but my attempts just snowballed and I felt like one of those sitcom characters people cringe for as they keep unraveling in an incredibly embarrassing situation.
And as my fate has it I am fortunate enough to enter honkies’ homes at least three times a week. So now you will find me buffing, scuffing and varnishing away on my bedroom floor so my toes can look a little more decent when I enter someone’s door. And let me tell you, renovating your piglets is not the easiest thing in the world. Never mind three times a week. So now pedicures have moved into my no. 2 spot of "things to splurge my moolah on when my gravy train arrives" (no.1 being Ben and Jerry’s ice cream of course). And so much effort for grooming something that spends most of its time under layers of leather and cotton! But I have to admit, it feels pretty nice to whip out those pretty little polished toe’lettes instead of the old smelly ones :-)
