You damn' right.
My wife would laugh at me if she weren’t so obviously annoyed with me.
When I have to take off my shoes in public, I look down at my socks that are wearing thin at the big toe (if it hasn’t alread poked a hole in that sock) as I pad around on a cold, dirty floor in a public area, and I mutter an oath directed at that shoe-bomb SOB.
Of course, anytime we go anywhere, on a plane, crossing a border, I always-ALWAYS-get pulled off to the side for special treatment.
My wife snickers knowingly when this happens...