Dateline: Yesterday

Enough was enough. No more.  My right dress sock had lost its will to be high.  No more did it want to approach my thigh.  As it rested way down on my ankle, I vowed that this must never take place again.  When I got home, I tossed it in the trash (gasp!).

Dateline: This morning

As I pulled up my right dress sock, I uttered a curse. Didn’t you see what happened to your friend?  I vowed to toss the copycat “Sock of Drop.”

Suddenly my anger was replaced with concern. Perhaps the problem was not my sock, not today, not yesterday, never.  Perhaps the problem was much worse.  Perhaps it was my leg.  A leg that couldn’t hold its sock.  Ever.

Dateline: Tomorrow

Call to a personal trainer. Help wanted.  An exercise plan designed exclusively to build right leg sock holding capacity.  No longer shall my socks live in fear.  Their names have been cleared.  The hose knows exoneration.