Party Foul in the Coffee Shop

Okay...I’m sitting in a coffee shop and trying to read ‘til my eyes bleed just to keep up with all the work I have for my classes. Well, I am really getting into a section in my book and a horrendous odor creeps into my nostrils. At first I bend down to see if I did anything...not me. What in the world is that? I look around and a girl has got her shoes off and is sitting in a couch behind me without a clue that her feet are distracting everyone around her. How do I know...the person next to me mimics what I do and leaves. Anyway, if you’re worrying that I might blow the horn on your feet...just wash them and don’t distract others. As for me, I apologize to those in my OT Theology class who had to smell my feet last week. Until today, I thought I was the only one who would smell my feet. Kind of like a kid playing hide and seek and thinks the world can’t see them because they have their eyes covered.