As I casually watch tv, you can see the agony on my face regarding my itchy feet. I kick off my sneakers and you see the medicated powder I use for my sweaty athletes foot create a cloud of dust. I whisper to myself while wincing "man my feet stink!" I start itching between my toes, and that's when you walk in. I carry on a casual conversation with you about my day, still viciously itching between my toes. I talk about how I had spent the day at the Farmers Market, gone to the gym before that, and had been home for about an hour. I rub my feet together trying to get the itch to stop. Final...

As I casually watch tv, you can see the agony on my face regarding my itchy feet. I kick off my sneakers and you see the medicated powder I use for my sweaty athletes foot create a cloud of dust. I whisper to myself while wincing "man my feet stink!" I start itching between my toes, and that's when you walk in. I carry on a casual conversation with you about my day, still viciously itching between my toes. I talk about how I had spent the day at the Farmers Market, gone to the gym before that, and had been home for about an hour. I rub my feet together trying to get the itch to stop. Finally, I take off one sock and admit that I have athletes foot, AGAIN. That's when I go into detail about how miserable it was to try and workout with itchy feet, and how the burning and itching made walking around the Farmers Market miserable. They're so itchy, red, blistery and burning. None of these cheap powders or sprays ever work for me! I can not seem to enjoy just one day without this misery! Yuck! My sneakers smell so bad! I use my already sweaty dirty fungus filled socks to floss in between my toes, just to get a little relief. Why is it you're not saying "sorry you have to deal with this, babe?" I get the feeling you enjoy watching me struggle with athletes foot? You never offer to help me, or give advice on how to stop the reoccurrence of this fungus. My socks are SO sweaty, and it probably doesn't help that I worked out in them, got them sweaty and then walked miles at the Farmers Market. Do you like the thought of knowing my sweaty stinky dirty socks are always here waiting for you? Oooooft! They are rancid! I dangle them in front of you, teasing you, asking if you want them all to yourself! I really use my socks to floss and scrape all the fungus out from between my toes before gifting them to you. I hold up my smelly sneaker for you to take a deep whiff of as well. I have no use for these nasty fermented socks anymore, so they are all yours!