So Somanna and I got into a lively debate the other night, an exchanged of mildly heated, mostly witty banter.
It centered on socks. And specifically, when is a pair ratty enough to throw out?
The pair in question, belonged to the husband. One sock had one teeny, tiny hole in the toe. (*Seriously tiny yall.* In the name of fairness though, I will acknowledge it’s existence.) This same instigator of a sock also had a more distinct hole on the heel.
He wanted to toss them on those grounds alone.
I was aghast.
The socks are otherwise of fair condition. Not too stretched out or discolored. In fact our hole-y sock’s partner was in pristine condition and hole-less. I made these finer points to my mate. He met them with impassioned rebuffs regarding skin chaffing on shoe soles and the aggravation of having one toe exposed.
Our debated continued a healthy back and forth before Somanna finally took out the big guns and declared that as “God as his witness, he shall not wear ratty tatty socks like his father!”
(Ok, so maybe those weren’t his exact words. But he was very emphatic about this last point.)
To which I gave the seasoned parental rebuttal of, “But they’re still perfectly good socks!”
This may have sent him over the edge.
In turn, I then vowed that with God as my witness, I would use these perfectly good socks myself, thankyouverymuch!
And thus concluded our sock sassfest.
We’re curious Dear Reader.
Where do you stand on the great Sock + Marriage Debate? How many holes before you give ’em the
boot, err trashcan?
Sock it to us in the comments 🙂