Fiction: Thoughts on socks
October 21, 2003This is some thoughts for a character I was working on. He never made it far off the page. No surprise why.
I’ve heard all sorts of ladies saying all sorts of stupid things like how you can tell a lot about a man you’re dealing with just by looking at his shoes, or something like that.
I’m thinking it’s horseshit.
I mean, if you think about it and all, you can really tell what people are like by the socks they wear. Ladies too. Shoes can be polished to a high gloss shine, but socks are hidden away in a bottom drawer of a nightstand or some other place. Unless you’re loaded like that one guy I saw on televison one time who makes a habit of wearing each pair just one time before he gives them to goodwill or some other place that buys junk. He didn’t have any holey socks to deal with, but most normal type people do.
No, you can really tell a lot about a man by the socks he wears, or a lady by the runs in her pantyhose, if she wears any. Now days, and especially in this place, the ladies don’t dress up too much, except in this new age sort of way that really don’t flatter anyone except maybe the sweatshop kids who make the damn things in the first place.