Old old friends
“I can’t believe you did it again,” Roxie said as she flipped through the channels.
“How can you possibly go out in public with those socks on? They’ve got holes in their holes.”
Her husband Blair said, “For your information, Sweetness, these socks are comfortable, and unless you’re going to get out a sewing needle and darn them, you should thank me for saving you the time and effort, not to mention a few bucks.”
She muted the TV.
“Darn your socks? What world are you living in? Nobody does that anymore. But I will say you’re an embarrassment in public with those socks.”
“Nobody sees them. And it just so happens they are only one of 20 sets of socks I own. These are the only ones with holes in them. I consider them my friends.”
“Well, I just ordered your friends some new friends. They should be here in two days. Don’t worry. I’ll dispose of your old friends gently. That’s just the way I am.”