Thursday, 5 June 2014
Thursday I don't care about you....
Not just any day, mind.... he was pulling on a pair of Thursdays.
If it was me, I'd be wearing Mondays on a Thursday just to BLOW YOUR MIND. This guy? Well, I guess that, in his world, irony is for other people and that some things are just too sacred to be messed with.
Actually, now I think about it, all of my work socks are a uniform black. Until I got married, I just washed them and used them interchangeably. Early into our relationship, I found C. cursing how hard it was to pair my socks, and I had to point out to her that it was literally impossible because I had never at any point made any effort to keep them as unique pairs because, from my point of view, they were interchangeable.
To even be organised enough to have a specific pair of socks to wear on a specific day BLOWS MY MIND. I'm marvelling at the logistics of this: if this guy keeps his socks in a ball like everybody else, how does he even know which day to wear? Does he have a separate drawer in his wardrobe for each day's clothes? That would be weird, right? I didn't look closely enough to see if he was also wearing days of the week pants....
I might be overthinking this.