when i was little my dad used to say that his feet were in the philadelphia flower show. he would prop them up on a table and groups of ladies would crowd around to sniff them and proclaim their sweetness. oh, if only the feet i encountered daily were so sweet.
once, after examining an older diabetic gentleman's feet, i needed to refer back to the chart for something. the pages were sticking together. to this day, i don't know why i did this because it is just not a habit of mine, but i licked my finger to unstick the pages. yup. that's right. that's exactly what i did.
you guessed it, not so sweet.