Reminds me of a guy at college that was always bragging about how great a skier he was. On and on and on.
Then when we got the first snow he came out with his ski boots on into the living room and hopping around and all excited how he was going to hit the back bowls at Vail and the double diamonds and the chutes, etc. I let him go on for awhile.
“Um, Jerry. You got your boots on the wrong feet.”
“Um, Jerry. You got your boots on the wrong feet.”
Jerry: They’re the only two feet I have.