So, Murph, I guess someone would have to custom knit her sweaters, eh? And WTF is "high sixties?!" I would hope so!
I had (still have) a friend from 9th grade who had polio in his leg, so he takes two very different shoe sizes. We had a BLAST at the bowling alley shoe rental counter in high school!
After taking abuse from the clerk for asking for one size left and one size right, Paul would take off his shoes and show him his different-sized feet. We word chirp, like a tragic Greek chorus, "He had POLIO, you insensitive jerk." Paul would hang his head. It was great! Then he'd get 'em for free.
