I’m in favor of them as they keep my feet warm. In fact I like socks so much, I wear them to bed. I guess I won’t get many dates by admitting that.
Some of my socks have holes. When putting on those socks, I try to arrange the holes to where they won’t come through my toes.
When at the airport, I try to wear good socks because I don’t want security people to see holes when I have to take my shoes off.
I don’t like wild colored socks but the older I get, the more I’m open to buying some. I want to be flexible.
I wear black socks and they don’t have to be an exact match. As long as both are black, that’s good enough for me.
I used to wear white socks but I don’t anymore. After a few washings, they turn gray and I don’t like gray socks. I’ve got several pair of white socks I haven’t even worn. Sometimes I think about cutting them up and using them as dust rags.
I have a pair of wool socks that I bought the last time I was in Maine. Actually I only have one of them as I can’t find its mate. This missing sock is on my mind much too often.
It’s no fun to get caught in a thunderstorm and having to remove wet socks from your feet.
I’m done thinking about socks. Now I’ll think of something else.
(Photo found on socks.com. No, not really, making it up)