Is Your Blue the Same as My Blue?

I remember a show called "Queen for a Day" where women came on the show and competed with each other for the biggest sob story which won the winner prizes like a new fridge or a washer and dryer combo.When I was in college I knew a guy who blew off one of his big toes to get out of the army because he'd been drafted and they were sending him to Viet Nam. His "accident" worked to get him kicked out of the army but he did have problems walking and had to have a special shoe made for him.

There used to be a show on teevee where a man invited people who had problems to come to the set. He chatted briefly with them, drew out their story, and asked the viewing audience for money to help them. My grandparents loved that show. My grandmother said of the host, "What a wonderful man." In one episode, a small man with an Italian accent was a carpet-layer, and he'd had an accident that cost him one of his big toes. He explained himself, talked a little bit about how he missed so much work healing up (it wasn't just the toe; there was more damage), and there were bills and expenses, and he had a family to support, and he went back to work, but... He was shy and ashamed and trailed off. There was a pause. The host said gently, "I don't think people realize how much we all need that particular toe for balance. Missing your big toe must make it hard for you to work with carpets." "Oh, yes," the man said. "It's very hard. People /don't/ realize." The host said, "Well, I'm sure plenty of viewers out there have been moved by your trouble and will be happy to help out." He turned to the camera and said, "Won't you, folks?" This whole time, the station's telephone number was in the frame, on a cardboard sign on an easel. They cut to three or four commercials, and when they came back on, the host had been given a note that had the total amount of money people had called and pledged to give to help the man. I don't remember how much it was; it might have been fifty, it might have been five hundred, and it wasn't for the station, it wasn't like a pledge drive, it was for the man. The host shook the man's hand, sent him limping away, and a woman came on to talk about /her/ problem. It was a half-hour show. It was on every day. That was broadcast teevee, live and simple and perfect, available all over Los Angeles. I haven't thought about that for years, but the tone and value of that show is probably what made me want to do radio and make teevee shows in the first place... So, to answer you: any two toes but the big toes. I need those for balance; we all do. Maybe the two little ones on the outside, one from each foot. Tell your friend, take it or leave it.

Which 2 toes? Asking for a friend.

Oh, yes, thanks for asking, but I'd trade it and two toes for the aquablue Talbot-Lago, if you know someone who can set that up.

@gwdMaine: You are too kind. Thank you!