Yonkers Yeti

I have a terrible time buying footwear. My ideal shoe size would be 11.5/EEEEE, but EEEEE shoes just don't seem to be made, so I get by with size 12/EEEE footwear. In many cases, a style of shoe or boot will "max out" at EEE, so I am limited in the "model" of shoe that I can wear. My last purchase of footgear was a nice pair of workboots, purchased before the first big winter storm of the season. I bought one of the few pairs of boots that even came in an acceptable width, specifically a boot which had a uniform width along its length (it doesn't taper towards the "toe box"- see, buying footwear is such a pain in the ass foot that I actually know a lot of the terminology of the trade now). Basically, I am the podiatric equivalent of one of Cinderella's wicked stepsisters.

We had a pretty major snowstorm starting yesterday and running into the wee hours of the morning today. I decided that I would run to the supermarket to buy something to throw in a slow oven to help warm up the house. On my way home, I passed another pedestrian, a slender woman of average height. After we exchanged greetings and parted company, I looked down and noticed that the contrast between our footprints was startling:

Man, look at that big ol' bootprint, I'd better watch out or "Bigfoot" hunters are going to try to track down the Yonkers Yeti.