The other morning at work me and three other waitresses sat at the bar drinking coffee and waiting for the first of the guests to arrive for the day. E. mentioned that she wasn’t wearing matching socks. She pulled up her slacks to reveal two different white cuffed socks.

At just about the same time, the other two girls lifted the hems of their pants and said, “Me, too.” L. was wearing one gray athletic sock beside a simliar white sock. K. won by revelaing a thin, printed dress sock paired with a white, thick slouch sock. I’m seriously not sure how she could handle the one-thin, one-thick sock thing, but I’ll bet it involved oversleeping due to the previous evening’s wine consumption.

Earlier that morning I’d fretted while rummaging through my sock drawer. I’d finally found a matching pair, although it made me about three minutes late. There was a hole in the heel and they were too small.