The washing of the feet is part of the Catholic mass on Holy Thursday. My mom had the honor of being chosen as one of the eight people in our parish to have their feet washed by the priest during mass.
Although my mom was immensely proud to be chosen, she was concerned about the priest seeing her toes. Rather than pay the outrageous cost of toenail fungus medication, mom recently had two of her toenails surgically removed. Mom isn't shy about her naked toes and even occasionally paints the toenail-less skin to fool people when she wears sandals. However, she was concerned about the priest seeing her creepy toes up close and personal. Someone suggested she put on fake nails, but mom decided to go au naturel and risk the embarrassment.
As I sat in the pew tonight on this holiest of Thursdays, watching the priest gently wash my mom's feet instead of being moved by the beauty of the gesture all I could think was, "Wouldn't it be weird if her toenails grew back?"