“Thomas, why don’t you have any shoes on?” Clara asked.
“I’m trying that barefoot thing people are always talking about.”
Clara looked at him askance. “I don’t think that’s quite – ”
“It’s super comfortable. Like, the best way to travel, really. I got a couple of glass shards, but my feet are super-calloused.”
“If you make some joke about a fragile mystic – ”
“Really, you should give it a try, Clara,” Thomas sat at his desk and stared at his computer screen.
Clara took a deep breath, then said, “You should probably know that that’s not the barefoot thing they mean. There’s a shoe that fits over your feet, with a little pocket for each toe. It’s like walking barefoot, but isn’t. Saves you from all the possible dangers your feet would be subjected to.”
Thomas looked up at her like she was crazy.
“If you don’t believe me, look it up.”
He turned back to his computer and started searching. He soon found it, but his look remained incredulous. “This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I know, it’s a terrible fad, with no actual – ”
“I mean, why not just go actually barefoot? Obviously someone’s just trying to scam off the trend. Anyway, time to get to work, by Clara.”
Clara pursed her lips and left Thomas’ office, her mind full of invectives.