Jewel, you are right, in the end only kindness matters.

I sat in the Kinesiology building for 8 hours today learning all about exercise theory... well, exercise theory for beginners. It was fun, and that's a good thing as I have a few more of those days coming.

An unruly gentleman sauntered into class late, plunked down beside me, and shared my book with me for the whole class. I really didn't mind sharing, it was my idea as he signed up late and there wasn't enough material for him, but I did mind his feet. He keep crossing his legs the man way and his foot was all up in my business. And then he would get closer and closer to the book even though I was trying to push it his way. So him and his feet kept closing in on me and all I could smell were moldy feet, I couldn't concentrate, and he was invading my personal space, and, in a very rude way, flipping me off in Thai. I had to do it, I had no choice. I very nicely said "Do you think you could put your foot down? I can smell your feet." He got a little flustered, put it down and the class went on.

Just so you don't think I am that big of a monster, I was later assigned to work in a group with him and I spent extra time helping him understand something he was mixing up, and in a really nice way too. I didn't want him to feel all bad about himself beacuse he has stinky feet, he is probably even a good person. I don't think he did though because he kept telling me all throughout class about his multiple knee injuries. The both of us should be safe. I'm not a monster and he will hopefully have better smelling feet next class. . . or not sit by me...