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In my experience, socks mostly get lost in the laundry process. The remaining sock sits forelornly, but clean and serviceable in the sock drawer, for an extended period thereafter waiting to be reunited with its twin. It's not worn again, so it never gets a chance to join its soulmate in sock-heaven.
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propose lightweight sock covers that only cover the ankle section of the sock. These would be in a uniform color of your choice. In this way, you can still wear your odd socks and still maintain a professional appearance.
Being of high-tech synthetic composition, they are lightweight and partially water repelling, so they have the following additional benefits:
(1) They do not add much thermal insulation to the original socks, so they don't cook your feet
(2) They repel casual splashes when worn in the rain
(3) They require less frequent cleaning than regular socks and so are less prone to fading or disappearing themselves.
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Sock dickies? Sorry, that makes me chuckle. |
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I came up with an easy method of avoiding the "lost sock" syndrome. I purchase two dozen pairs of matching socks at the same time. Throw away all of my old socks and never worry about matching again. ALL of my socks match. Takes about a year to get down to less than ten pairs, and then I go out and do it again. If it makes you feel better, donate your old socks to the homeless shelter of your choice. |
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//soulmate// Not solemate? |
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//If it makes you feel better, donate your old socks to the homeless shelter of your choice.//
A few years ago, I gave some new socks to a homeless guy who was always walking around sockless, in some *very* worn shoes.
A few days later, a bright, spring-is-in-the-air, sunshiny Saturday I was returning from a Chinese Takeout place and I saw those socks attached to those feet.
Ah, I said to my elf, he's able to nap on the bus bench with his feet poking out now, no more hiding completely under his worn-out blanket, that's great.
As I sat at the stop light feeling warm and fuzzy, I turned to the right, to see if he was snoozing comfortably.
I noticed movement. Ah, I said to my elf, he's awakening from his restful slumber.
<Read at your own peril>
Lo and behold, he was face down, grimacing and biting his filthy left hand, as his blanket was bouncing up and down with his hips and apparently his free hand, with the socks curled up, which then kind of froze, and he rested some more.
Then he looked right at me.
And smiled.
</Read at your own peril>
*Erk* I am still unable to shake this vision. |
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'wax, sounds like something unpleasant to behold was occuring, but I'll be damned if I can understand what you're describing in that <rayop> paragraph. |
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