i’ve not worn a pair of matched socks in weeks. and it don’t really bother me. it bothers other people. but not me.
if someone notices, they say, hey. you know you got different color socks on. and i say. yeah.
sometimes i’ll get chippy with them just for fun and say something like, it’s laundry day. what of it?
someimes they get chippy back and say something like, watch your tone with me young man.
sometimes i have to smack some old ladies walker out from under her because she made fun of my one white sock and my one black sock.
sometimes.
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