One of the daftest things I ever did was to get a set of socks with days of the week on them. I have now of course become fixated with wearing the correct socks on each day, lest some horrible sock-date-related misfortune becomes me as a result.
Today I'm flying back to the UK, losing a few hours of my life in an aluminium tube and crossing a dateline. In short, I take off on Friday and land on Saturday. I have two pairs of socks, one pair marked Friday and the other Saturday. This leaves me several options:
- Wear the wrong day and suffer whatever vicissitudes that fate decides to deal out as a consequence.
- Wear one sock marked Friday and the other Saturday. This should mitigate the effects of fate somewhat. It would of course leave me with another pair of odd socks that I could never wear again.
- Change my socks at midnight on the plane, which could lead to some consternation amongst my fellow passengers.
- Wear no socks at all.
- Stop worrying and get a life.
I went with the socks marked Friday. On halloween too. How brave.