But baring my foot to the sweltering heat was the only option (since i was not as cool as George) and I "dared to bare".
But when the time came to go, i found a battered old sandal, somewhere in the corner of the house, which i decided, was abandoned by some guy who decided to move onto a better option.
So there i had a footwear now, that didnt make me look like an alien who was trying to blend in. I looked just fine...
But little did i realize that I had broken one of the 10 commandments (no... not thou shall not kill)
"Thou shall not Steal !"
The footwear i was wearing turned out to be of the cermonial priest and i have never have been put to so much shame in so little time. Apologies poured out and he (magnanimously) forgave me my sins and accepted my confession. So now I was clean, but without footwear and i had to walk barefooted, only to amass boils on my legs.