Four days ago, Nora wrote about the “return of the feet,” noting that because we’ve been having such great weather in the city, people have begun to wear flip-flops again. She also mentioned that while wearing flip-flops, her feet get dirty in just a few hours, since New York is so damn filthy.

The only drawback? Nope. Allow me to present to you Exhibit A (the photo on the right) in the case against flip-flops. The photo just doesn’t do those fuckers justice, though. I wish you all could appreciate the horror, the beastliness. You can make out the overgrown toenail on the big toe of the foot on the right, as well as the dry patch of skin above the thong, but you can’t see the lizard skin and fine details of the nails… those NAILS… those mushroom-looking nails.

I really hate to keep tearing people apart every day — that’s really not the purpose of this beat. Today, I so desperately wanted to find something nice to say about the people on my train. But, after waking up from my quick nap and this being the first thing I see? Fuck that. This chick totally deserves to be called out, because that shit is unacceptable.

Now, I admit to not liking the sight of ANY feet, but I can ignore most people who take the time to properly groom themselves. I cannot ignore, however, crusty sloth feet exposed for all to see. No. Definitely not. Those boats wouldn’t pass a smog check. Dogs probably laugh at this woman on the street as she flip-flops by. Inexcusable.

Even worse: I was totally caught taking a picture of these feet. I only concealed the pen cam from the woman whose feet are in question, but didn’t care to hide it from everyone else; I was too nauseous to be rational. Long story short, the dude sitting next to this lady definitely saw me take pictures of her feet. So, now I’m the sicko foot fetishist who takes photos of feet on the subway. Great. And I’m sure he noticed how stank these feet were — he’s writing an entry in his blog about it right now.