Some socks are bad. Socks with poor elastic, that bunch up in your shoe are bad. Forgotten crispy gym bag socks with torn off scabs dried to the heel are bad. Socks that are old, gritty, worn out, stretched out, too thick, too thin, stained, or have a pebble hiding in the knit are bad. Wearing bad socks is risky business. When you wear a bad sock, you take the risk of inducing a bad day because bad socks somehow find a way to compromise your comfort and pester your patience. I have several good pairs
hoarded on reserve for days when I simply cannot afford to take that risk. A smooth day starts with a smooth sock.
Cheers to smooth socks. Weston and I went out for a fancy dinner last night and I didn’t have a picture of socks.