My old lady is constantly bitching about me tracking shit in because this place has hardwood floors.
I even paid four hundred fucking dollars for one of the ZOOMBA fucking things a couple of years ago. Of course, it just sits in the corner now, slowly obsolescing in silence.
These she would make me wear in a fucking heart beat if she could get her hands on some of the fuckers. So would yours I bet.
The first thing I would do would be to take a stroll out in the garage and fuck them all up.
I can see where these would have usefulness in some places, just not on my damn feet at home.