heh yeah, sometimes we gotta protect 'em. I was over at my parents' on Saturday helping my dad install a new garage door opener. Naturally, no shoes. Well, I had to cut some of the angle iron supporting the opener with an angle grinder. Only thing in my car was flip flops, and my SPD cycling shoes (pretty much like road shoes but with thick, stiff plastic "tread"), and my dad wears smaller shoes than me. So, I opted for the cycling shoes. It was kind of weird, but at least it was only for a bit, and it kept my tootsies from getting showered with sparks and red-hot metal fragments.
Funny enough my dad jokingly suggested throwing a towel over my feet where I stood by the work bench, which I had thought the exact same thing at some point prior to that.![Stick Out Tongue :p :p](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7)
Funny enough my dad jokingly suggested throwing a towel over my feet where I stood by the work bench, which I had thought the exact same thing at some point prior to that.