Sasquatch in Manhattan

Bigfoot SasquatchI once saw a throw pillow that read Give a man a foot and he’ll think he is a ruler. This may or may not apply to the folks in your neighborhood. In this New York household, the throw pillows read Give a man two feet and he thinks he is a Sasquatch: 

DEAR ABBY: My husband of eight years will not resolve his foot odor problem. We live in a small apartment, and it’s humiliating when we have company and half the apartment smells like stinky feet.

He refuses to wear socks, and his solution in winter is to open all the windows and turn on the fan as soon as he returns from work. The “airing out” never completely gets rid of the smell — and I freeze! How can I get him to change? — FED UP IN MANHATTAN

DEAR FED UP: You obviously can’t change your husband, but you don’t have to risk getting pneumonia, either. Shoe repair shops sell deodorizing products in the form of sprays and powders. Or buy a large container of baking soda, and when your husband removes his shoes, dump a cupful into each one. They next day the smell should be gone.

Dump a cupful of baking soda into each shoe! That could get costly. The wife should just call Bobo, Matt, Cliff, and Ranae of the Bigfoot Field Research Organization (BRFO.)

11 thoughts on “Sasquatch in Manhattan

  1. Sasquatch in Manhattan? As bad as Sasanachs in Caledonia. (Waiting for Royal Marine incoming 10-9-8…..)

  2. 2 walls – the Antonine also. Still didn’t keep the illegal immigrants out. And since Union we’ve had to lead the poor lost lambs into every fight. They’ll follow the pipes, good lads that they are. Slàinte! It’s your shout, Mate!

    • LoL…

      Wait until you get independence and the dole money stops; its the end of your deep fried mars bars and ‘fitba’ wee hen!

      Yours Aye.
      (I’m off to bed bonnie lad)

      PS
      You are in a great place for visiting mate; great wine area all around you… (bugger the French).

      • I ain’t Sean Connery on Scots independence, Boot. One side of me reckons it would be good to get them off their lazy, slovenly asses and work for a living again – to stand on their own two feet and regain their self-respect, both individually and collectively as a soverign nation. And, I think Scotland could do it but everything would have to go perfectly, with all pulling on the same oar. We both know that two Scotsmen can’t agree and which direction the sun rises so, it would be a dodgy proposition and a close run thing at best.

        OTOH – the Isle that comprises the edgy neighbors of English, Welsh & Scot, for all their faults, ancient vendettas, cultural differences & commonalities, have proved over history that they can provide a united front against a common enemy. Old Blighty is more than the sum of its pieces and stronger in all ways as an uneasy whole than broken up in the knacker’s yard for the benefit of the EU’s bog Bureaustocracy.

        Then Yankee practicality intrudes and says ‘If it ain’t broke don’t fix it.” We live in interesting times, Matey.

        • Struan.

          As well as serving throughout all of the Commando units in England; I am fortunate in that I served with 45 Cdo RM, based in Condor Barracks, Arbroath, Scotland. The Corps has a policy of trickle drafting every rank throughout each Commando Unit every two years or more. Through this unique experience we tend to bump into past ‘oppos’ along the way (and swing the lamp over a gallon of ale)!

          In initial training my troop consisted of British men from every corner of the UK, as well as the odd ‘Yank’ and ‘Canuck’ with ‘others’ from around the Globe.

          I have the greatest admiration for every British fighting Regiment, past & present, which also goes for those across the pond, in particular the USMC. Of which I am proud to have worked alongside with several times or more.

          One of my favourite places in Scotland is Edinburgh, of which I visit often as I tend to use it as my start point for walking ‘adventures’. I have also walked a few of the old Military roads starting out from Fort George, which every visitor to Scotland should visit.
          (To keep Kristen in the loop, the following link to peruse).
          http://www.google.co.uk/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=fort%20george%20%2C%20scotland&source=web&cd=5&cad=rja&ved=0CFMQFjAE&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.undiscoveredscotland.co.uk%2Fnairn%2Ffortgeorge%2F&ei=6jn0UP77Nq2T0QWOxIHgDw&usg=AFQjCNEYyEPLKhfHxKrIfOsLjqpE649nsA&bvm=bv.1357700187,d.d2k

          I also agree with your remark on Sean Connery, as are many other true Scots. It makes me angry when he blows his little tin trumpet for attention from foreign lands afar; visiting only when he has his allotment of tax hours to expend.

          Keep the Union true, and the Kingdom United bonnie lad.

          Aye.

          • Needless to say, we have much in common & rather than eat up N1′s bandwidth, you’ve got an open invite whenever your on this side. Got me own Loch (Chautauqua) in western NY. Wine & lake country too. Semper Fidelis my friend.

    • Struan, where do you hale from? I get the feeling the rest of us who aren’t from the roving British Empire are lost in this conversation…the two of you are most amusing chaps…I just never get here in time…so I miss out on the fun…k

      • “I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
        Rollin’ down highway forty-one”

        No, really, Kristen – I was born & raised in Chicago – before it shrugged off its big shoulders and became the Marxist-Leninist/Progressive/Liberal dark & evil heart of the Land of Mordor.

        “Lord I was born a ramblin’ man” -)

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