After having shoes thrown out of pram’s when crossing freeways or kicked off feet and into a neighbour’s rottweiler infested yard, it’s become apparent that if we were to go to an icecream social (whatever the hell they are) the shoes would stay right on, and yet if we were walking past a landmine factory a shoe would simply HAVE to end up on a conveyor belt right in the part of the manufacturing line where they use super sharp robot knife arms to cut explosives into mine-sized portions.  I’m sure ANY father can back me up on this!