The bus is a never ending source of stories about strange people. Last week was a good one. A drunk man got on in the evening. When there were just a few people left on the bus, he started to cry out. After a few random moans he started to repeat what to me sounded like, “WHY SOCKS?!?” That sounded like a strange thing to be crying out to me, but I figured he must have a reason to be questioning socks.
As he kept repeating it though, I realized he was actually saying, “Life sucks!” which makes more sense. But what I heard first made me laugh. So we’ve been wondering, “why socks?” ever since.
I know one reason I have socks though. I have REAL cold toes. 😀
So “why socks?” in your life?
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The floors in my basement apartment are very cold. So it’s either been socks or my leopard print house slippers this week. 🙂
Maybe this exhibit can answer the age old question of “why socks?”
The Art Exhibition That May Knock Your Socks Off