I have always been fascinated with my dad’s socks. I remember watching him put his knee-high, black, gold-tips on every morning before taking me to school. The process captivated me. I found myself wondering, “Do those stay up all day?” I never asked.
My dad is a great storyteller and I always enjoy his stories about his childhood. My favorite was his story about “The Sock Box.” The Sock Box was full of socks that he and his siblings would have to dig through in order to find a pair of matching socks. I always felt like this ordeal left him scared for life. I recently found out, I was correct in my assumptions.
The other day it was raining and I was in need of a pair of boots. The pair I was after was my favorite knee-high, black boots. This meant I would need a good pair of socks to wear with them. So, as I had done for the past three months, I went to my dad’s drawer and grabbed a pair of knee-high, black, gold tip socks. My mistake was walking downstairs…
Dad: Are you kidding me right now?
Me: I’m feeling uncomfortable. I’m not sure what’s happening?
Dad: Are those my socks you have on?
Me: Um. Well. You see…
Dad: Take them off.
Me: Are you kidding me? I need these!
Dad: Don’t just help yourself. Those are my socks. I don’t wear your socks!
Me: I’ve been doing it for three months.
Dad: Things are starting to add up. I’ve been short socks for three months.
Me: Wow. Selfish.
It would seem that my father, Nick LeMasters is not comfortable sharing his socks. I of course shared this story with my cousin, Colleen, when she visited. Strangely, she had a similar interaction with her dad (my dad’s brother). This leads me to believe that all LeMasters have a strange sock complex.
Oh…in case you were wondering…the knee-high, black, gold-tips do stay up all day. I highly suggest them.
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