Unbagging the Cats 1

Unbagging the Cats 1

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Sock It to Me

My socks are the disaffected youth of the hosiery society.

They only obey laws selectively. Such as the law of gravity. But not curfew. In fact, some of my socks have been out on the town for years. They were last seen at the corner of Washer and Dryer.

They slouch.

They seek the lowest level. Lower and lower, in fact, as the day goes on.

They flap off the end of my toes. Like too-long jeans that are stepped on with frequency.

They hang out where you don't want them. Like on a pants leg just out of the drier.

They are holey. A fashion statement.

They run away. Some are never found.

They don't answer when I speak to them.

They don't care how they smell to the rest of the world.

4 comments:

BECKY said...

I would say that they DO obey the rule of gravity and that's exactly why they keep falling lower and lower.

Linda O'Connell said...

At least you recognize that they don't match. Yesterday I discovered that I wore two different textured styles of white socks,so obvious in the light.

Val Thevictorian said...

Becky,
I will revise that forthwith! They only obey SELECTIVE laws. ;)

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Linda,
At least it wasn't two different shoes, like one of my colleagues when I worked at the unemployment office.

Val Thevictorian said...

Better make that SELECTED laws. Or obey SELECTIVELY. That's why I don't comment in the morning!