Gross old man. Why did you have to come into the cafe, sit next to me, and take your shoes off, exposing your stinky old socks to the atmosphere? People are trying to eat and breathe in here. They look like moldy dish rags. Don't restaurants have some sort of policy in place for this offense. I mean when some sweat hog yanks off his velcro strap shoes less than a yard away from you you'd better have a high tolerance for the smell of feet. I could write a whole nother IA about the way he's licking his fingers to thumb through a Womens Fitness magazine.