They sit in the back corner of the drawer, often ignored as the blacks and browns see prime time of the work week.
They're often ignored when the whites come out, envious that the whites will be enjoying a grueling, sweaty, calorie-burning workout.
They're warm and fuzzy, but seem mismatched, even though they're always intertwined as a pair.
They're the minority socks, often ignored, rarely engaged.
The washing machine would be a thrill ride, but they're rarely ticketed to go, a short stay in the hamper but a pipe dream.
They outlive the other socks, sometimes spending years in the back corner of the drawer, while the blacks, browns and whites live hard and play hard, burning out before fading away.
Gray socks have it easy, a rarity in the metatarsal rotation.
It's so true. Never thought about it like this, but it makes sense.
Posted by: Karla | January 27, 2005 at 08:55 AM
Actually -- I prefer gray socks. My day-to-day dress is pretty casual and I really don't like the way white socks glare when they peak out from under a pair of jeans. But dress socks would look odd too so I buy lots and lots of cotton gray socks. Maybe I'm a minority too.
Posted by: Gray Lover | January 27, 2005 at 01:15 PM