Socks

Posted by | April 26, 2002 | Uncategorized | 3 Comments

What is it with socks? I’ve always complained in the past that I never have enough socks, and these (not so) subtle hints result in sock replenishments every now and then. So tonight I decided to turn my sock drawer out (yes, it’s been a slow day…). And i’m shocked. 74 socks. An ENORMOUS amount. But here’s the problem: only 24 of them match. 12 pairs. That’s it. Where do the other socks go? Is there a sock fairy? Do they all end up, washed out and craggy, in a small retirement home for socks in Wiltshire? I’ve taken to wearing odd socks now, mainly because early mornings aren’t the best sock-searching times, but mostly to fill in those awkward pauses in conversation. “So, Queen Mother’s died then. “Yes.” (awkward pause) “But hey, look at my socks!”

3 Comments

  • Jac says:

    well if you had a more organised storage system for them, then you might find you have a little bit more sock-cess.

  • paul says:

    You should think about sacking some staff…it is obvious that one of your hired helps is criminally and shamelessley stealing half your socks and selling them to one-footed inuits…and probably netting him/herself a tidy profit judging by the quality of your usual garments…

  • Jac says:

    Oh, and you’d better still have the PAIR of socks I bought you in America….. (you know, the thin, cheap, tacky ones with New York, New York splahed all over them..)

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