Old Brown Socks

DG came home the other day, handed me a pair of brown socks he had found in his car and asked if they were mine? Though it was no bra or lace panties, my first response was, "who was stripping in the back of your car?" said with indignant indifference. Then I realized that when Joy was here, she had mentioned changing her socks in the car. I tossed them in the laundry and figured I'd give them to her when I saw her again.

Until the other night, when I needed a warm pair of socks to wear to bed, and I chose the clean brown ones in my drawer. As I put them on, I wondered what it would be like to walk in Joy's socks. Where had these socks been? Was the spirit of Joy going to be with me when I slept? Was I going to be a more compassionate and caring friend? What made Joy buy these socks? Did she miss them? I know none of these things.

Do you pay to mail socks back? If they are your absolute favorite socks, Joy, I will mail them back!