When I was a youngin' and living at college, I was fortunate enough to have a laundry room in my dorm. I'd do laundry on the weekends, because I was that much fun. Well, laundry, hitting the pub, and playing pool.*
I'd pump bo-coo quarters into the washers/dryers but at least I didn't have to haul my laundry through the snow. As they were timed cycles, I'd load up the available machine(s), check the time, and come back when the cycle was scheduled to be through. I remember one Saturday afternoon, arriving to retrieve my whites from the dryer which should have just buzzed, only to find another chick there with my socks in her hands. I stood there, confused.
Me: Are those my socks?
Chick: Yeah...
Me, eyes widening: Why do you have my socks?
Chick: They were just. so. white.
Oh. By all means, then. If they're so white you can't help yourself, take my socks.
Puleeze. I took them back. I never said anything to her because I couldn't wrap my brain around the audacity of her answer. But I've never forgotten it either.***
I picture this chick in court:
Judge: Did you steal the necklace?
Chick: Yeah...
Judge: Can you tell the court why?
Chick: It was just. so. sparkly.
Every time I take my gym clothes out of the dryer and think that my socks are looking a little dingy, I remember this chick, coveting my white socks and I think: they're fine.
* Despite the fact that I played a lot of pool, I never got any better. Not even a little. I can hold a cue. I can connect. I can sometimes sink something. Once in a while I luck into a really impressive shot. And the rest: complete crap. Fun!**
** This is surprisingly similar to my bowling experience. Fun!
*** Years later, I was watching a porn film. The, um, actress in the scene delivered her lines enthusiastically: "It's so big! And white!" I thought of socks.
09 September 2008
Oh Fab, We're Glad...
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8 comments:
hahah its so big and white lmao hahaha
So the porn actress was admiring a cockatoo, right?
I also notice that, once again, people are homing in on the items in your blog that aren't the actual subject matter.
Zipcode: Well, it was but I'm not sure those are the words I would have used.
Gilahi: At that point, just one.
And they can comment on the font if they want... to paraphrase Sally Field "just as long as they love me. They really, really love me."
There is a guy in the St. Louis area that has been going up to women and offering them $20 for their socks off their feet. Most are accepting. 20 bucks for a dirty pair of socks? They're all yours!
At least he's asking. And so far nobody knows who I a... I mean who he is!
Oh and to stay on topic he doesn't care WHAT color they are.
Can I get the name of that Porn film?
For research.
"It's so big! And white!" I thought of socks. <-- PERFECTION.
Way to rock the clean socks.
Mike: Ooo, you're triggering a memory of a foot fetish story... I'll save it for another blog.
Rs27: I don't remember. I don't even remember the plot (you know how involved they can be), I just remember those lines.
GreenCanary: Truth is a strange and joyous thing.
Kristin: Thanks! :)
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