Crusty Feet

Despite my physical repulsion, today I sat reading and accidentally observed male beautification. In this instance I was not witness to beard trimming, hair combing or even nose poking. No. Today I observed a forty-something bric-a-brac salesman (hat on head, moustache on face, cigarette in mouth) slicing away (with the experience of a man his age) at his sandal crusted heels with a rather large pocket knife. Sadly, my photo is from distance and fails to capture his method and full regalia.