When Life Gives You 19 Socks – Make A Sock Puppet!
Yesterday I bought 10 pairs of black socks….
As an opening pitch it’s not exactly “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” but every story has to start somewhere.
I wouldn’t consider myself a desperately demanding individual, however there are certain things you come to expect in life. Things like being made to stay quiet between 9pm and 10pm so as not to disturb Love Island or that when you put a beer in the freezer to ‘chill quickly’ you find it 3 weeks later stuck in time like a small tinned Vesuvius. And I certainly expect when buying 10 pairs of socks to have 20 in total. It’s one of those things you just rely on.
So imagine my surprise when I opened said packet of socks this morning to find I’d been shorted. This was the kind of surprise you can’t keep to yourself. Being a caring husband who values open communication with my wife this felt like an important moment to share.
“Becca,” I whispered “Are you awake?”. To help with context for readers who don’t know me, I have a voice that makes some ocean liner fog horns sound underwhelming. Needless to say, a whisper quickly got her attention.
“What do you want?” she replied, doing a poor job of showing her appreciation for this conversation.
“I’ve only got 19 socks” I muttered.
“That’s fine,” she said “we’ll just make a sock puppet”. And with that she was asleep again.