This was done on short notice, kind of on the fly. So I went straight from my last appt in HP to Jasons deli on Mockingbird. So my sox were my work socks. Solid white. I think my dad wore argyle socks in the 50s. But I do not think I ever did.
If we ever went out on a date with Sockless, I would dress more tastefully. But tonight was about sharing old war stories and meeting for both of us a poster with whom we had talked for close to 15 years.
I think most of us here would love to meet most of the other posters here. I just got to meet the one that most men here would most like to. I feel so envied.
Ah, so that cop didn't drive me past the Argyle sock plant, the bastard...
"If we..." Are you trying to say that was a mouse in your pocket while you were wearing dirty socks?