Wanted: A Word with Dr. Spock

Beware the Vulcan salute.

WARNING: This post contains mild but medically justified expletives.

I’m standing on one leg in the M&S changing rooms. My other leg is bent. Both hands grasp the arch of my foot. 

FUUUUHHHH-CCCCCKKK!

I hate it when this happens. 

It’ll pass, I tell myself. It always does. 

But it doesn’t. My toes cramp in a misguided Vulcan salute. 

Curling, clenching, twist…