Stinky Boots Alert

I hung out at my mate Casey’s house last night. I hadn’t seen him in a while, so I just wanted to see how he’s going. I feel kind of bad saying this, but the thing that stood out to me the most was how weird his feet smelled when he took off his boots.

Look, I’m not stranger to funky smelling feet, and I really don’t have a problem with your garden variety shoe stench. I’m telling you, I clocked something particularly off-key about Casey’s foot odour. I didn’t want to look all that closely, but I could see that his toenails could do with some attention, too. Maybe he has some kind of nail fungus situation going on.

If anything, I think he’s probably like so many other people: fearful of feet. I’ve observed this self-perpetuating cycle wherein a person dislikes their feet and refuses to pay them any attention. Their feet then fall into a state of neglect, which turns the owner further against them. I don’t get it at all, but this seems to be surprisingly common.

Having said that, I’m no foot specialist. Cheltenham readers, do you have any recommendations for a local podiatrist that I could recommend to Casey? I’m thinking a friendly foot clinic that could not only identify the source of the stench, but also educate Casey on why feet aren’t something to be feared.

I mean, Casey keeps his feet so deeply ensconced in a pair of 30-hole leather clodhoppers that it’s no wonder it’s gotten to this point. I’ve got nothing against large boots, but I swear this is the first time I’ve ever seen him with them off. Out of the corner of my eye, I think I might have caught a glimpse of some orthotic arch support insoles, which was a surprise.

Actually, that suggests that Casey has, at some point, been to a podiatrist. Maybe he’s got it all under control after all. I mean, except when it comes to exposing mates to his boot pong.