Let’s visit the subject of my socks. Specifically, my black socks. There’s nothing quite so disconcerting as to arrive at church, look down at your feet, and see that you have one black and one blue sock on. As with misplaced strands of hair, one can only really hope that everybody around you actually doesn’t care about your appearance so much that the little details, like two dissimilar socks, are noted and logged for later review and chortling.
So here’s my proposition: standardize the black sock, just like the IEEE standardized the format of floating point representation.
Emily has been nagging me for quite some time to get rid of my hole-y black socks, so, for the first time in our recorded marital history, I authorized Emily to purchase for me new black socks as replacements. I have been hedging, dodging, bristling, avoiding, refusing, and generally unwilling to allow my hard-earned money to be spent on something so meaningless as a black sock. A new leaf has been turned. I am a new man.
I may actually be able to dress myself properly in the dark.
#1 by Jason on June 16th, 2009
I’m actually already here. I have standardized my socks (well I could use an update, but for the most part I’m there). I buy all my socks (either white or black) at the same time. So I never pair them. All black socks are the same black socks. All white socks are the same white socks. You buy more than you need so when you wear a hole in some you already have replacements. I think its genius
#2 by emily on June 16th, 2009
hooray! and jason is right – after this, it’s on to the white socks. prepare yourself emotionally, spencir.
#3 by Muum on June 18th, 2009
funny! hey, I know a song:
‘black socks,
they never get dirty.
The longer you wear them the blacker they get!
Some-day
I think I might launder them.
Something keeps telling me –
don’t do it yet,
not yet, not yet!’