The other day I finally decided that our closet needed a good cleaning out. Some things needed to be donated to Goodwill, and there were a few boxes that had been in there since we were married, and needed sorting and organizing.
I pulled everything out of the closet, made a couple bags for Goodwill, and happy with my success, moved onto to the two boxes. They were Mr. Barefoot’s, and taped closed. I had never bothered to investigate, and as I dragged them out into the living room to sort through them, I asked him what could be in them.
“I have no idea”, he responded.
I opened the first box to find it chock-full of socks. This is a full-size filing box, filled to the top, with socks.
Mrs. Barefoot: “Seriously? No one needs that many socks.”
Mr. Barefoot: “They’re my pinch-socks”
Mrs. Barefoot: “Pinch-socks?”
Mr. Barefoot: “When I’m in a pinch, like out of my other socks, that I like better, I have back-ups.”
Mrs. Barefoot: “You need an entire box of back-ups?”
Mr. Barefoot: “Well, you never know.”
Mrs. Barefoot: “You never know? As in, if there is suddenly a disaster that completely takes out all of the water and power in California and leaves us stranded and destitute and completely unable to wash socks, then you will have your back-up pinch socks, and all will be right with the world?”
Mr. Barefoot: “Yes.”
Mrs. Barefoot: “Oh, ok, I get it.”
Mr. Barefoot: “Really?”
Mrs. Barefoot: “No.”
So, guess what the second box was full of?
Shockingly enough, it was socks. Plain, white, old socks. Nothing special. Just socks.
But he had them in a pinch.
And now, so does Goodwill.