The Death of Imagination

I have this work mate who is insufferable with his feet. From May through October, when he is shod only in flip flops, I have to live with his fucking feet. He sits in his chair in a half lotus position and continually plays with his toes while he is talking. And I swear the hand goes from toe to mouth. He sits back in such a way that it is impossible to ignore. It might be one thing if it were a four year old girl, but this is a middle aged man, overweight, and not all that pretty. I would almost rather he pull out his member and masturbate.

I have almost given up on how to handle this.