Perhaps it is their proximity to the baby poo brown plaid trousers (yes, again! Alright, I woke up late for work and blah blah blah!), perhaps they lamented my choice of brown shoes... but my black work socks have staged a slouch-in and have refused to cooperate.
They have fallen down on the job.
They are refusing to cooperate.
And so they will be punished with a trip to the bin.
Oh, it's true, I could give them to the charity shop... but why on earth would I give disobedient socks to some unsuspecting person? No. I will not!
(Oh, and maybe they were trying to teach me a fashion lesson... well ok. No more black socks with brown shoes... not ugly enough... brighter, uglier colors from now on... Prints! Patterns! That's it!!!)
