I know you must have noticed that after our girls' trip to Las Vegas last month we have seem distant. We don't talk as much. I didn't invite you to come with me to Vegas in November and here is why: your feet stink. I'm sorry I made you walk the Strip with me and if I had known you don't wear socks with your sneakers I wouldn't have made you join me. Afterwards when you took off your shoes and that stench filled the
hotel room...our friendship started to stink, like your feet. Now I smell it whenever we are together and that's gross. I knew before our trip that you often smelled of sweat and dirty hair and I could handle that but I cannot handle your feet.