Andrea, if you're reading this, I apologise right now.
I confess that I wandered around the office today in bare feet. I was wearing flipflops, and then while I was reading I tucked my feet underneath me and ended up taking off the sandals so that I could do that more comfortably. And then wandered out into the common room to make a random statement and realised (as someone casually glanced down at my feet) that I hadn't put my sandals back on.
Wacky clothes and shoelessness: I've become just like my eccentric history profs back at my alma mater. (And, really, just like the author and the English professor in Stranger Than Fiction. Is there some kind of stereotype about the humanities and shoelessness?)
(But I've put them back on, Andy!)