I cannot stomach shoes on the bed. There is no condition under which I find that acceptable. I cringe when I think about the rubber of a sneaker making contact with a sheet and my distaste is two-fold. Were it a situation where the offensive sole had never hit the ground; I shudder remembering how disconnected and awful and weird it felt as a kid when I would hop into a made bed with shoes on. The sheets get all tangled up in the rubber of your sneakers and I recall feeling angry and hopeless as I struggled to free my feet. If the sneakers are normal sneakers, then that’s absolutely disgusting and get your filthy shoes off the damn bed.
julie warshaw 