Joke

Arriving back in Manhattan after a summer in Vermont takes some getting used to.
I was walking from Park Avenue to Madison the first hour of my return when I noticed a woman walking cautiously and apparently painfully. The woman was wearing thongs, her black patent pumps held high in one hand and her other hand outstretched for balance.
"You poor thing, your feet must really hurt," I said as she was about to pass me.
The woman was indignant.
"Wet toenails," she said tersely.