Best Foot Forward
She Said: You know how it’s a pain to match up socks after you do the laundry? Well, my husband implemented a system for easier pairing. Each sock has an “R” or an “L” and then a number, so they may come and go through his life like errant, smelly pigeons. Not a bad idea. What is a bad idea is making the labels visible from space:
He Said: They need to be big. On the beta-socks I tested, I made the numbers too small and after only 86 washings, they faded to the point where I could no longer read them.
She Said: What happens on those rare occasions we have people over? Or we go to their house and you take off your shoes? You stretch out your legs, put up your feet, and WHAM! I’m suddenly sitting next to the world’s tallest pre-schooler.
He Said: First of all, I never wear white socks to other people’s houses. And second of all, aha! This isn’t about my clever wardrobe categorization - it’s about the fact you get embarrassed by everything I do. We just have way different thresholds for humiliation. There’d have to be something brown and wet on the bottom of my sock for me to feel the way you do about “Right-9.”
She Said: True. Maybe I wouldn’t worry about being embarrassed if those numbered feet didn’t keep getting stuck in your mouth.
