Sock

Did you see that sock?

Another dirty sock, left promptly at the door alongside sneakers, flats, household slippers and a striped umbrella.  If I never picked them up, I don’t know how many would sit there, accumulating into a sock hill.  I tried to organize and make it easier– for both you and me– a very simple system, two baskets, one labeled “whites” and the other, “colors”– but each time I put the socks in their assigned places I felt segregationalist hipster guilt.

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