I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone with six toes.
Not six toes total (although come to think of it, I haven’t seen that, either). I mean on one foot.
This struck me as odd today when I was at lunch and saw a woman walk by in sandals. I briefly thought I got a glimpse of one extra at the end of the row, but alas, no dice.
I don’t mean to imply I expect six toes to be common. I just feel like I’ve heard enough about it on sitcoms that I should have spotted it at least once by this point in my life.
Well, maybe there haven’t been a lot of references. But doesn’t it seem like the kind of thing about which Bob Saget would have had to talk Stephanie off the ledge at the end of an episode of Full House?
“Now Steph, you shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself, even if Joey did do a terrible impersonation of your foot trying to fit into a sandal.”
Despite that uplifting message, maybe such a scene still would have convinced people with six toes it’s not worth it to wear open-toed shoes, explaining why I’ve never seen it.
Yes, this really is all I’ve come up with to write about in the last eight days.