"There's a hole in my sock."
"Of course there is. Otherwise you couldn't get your foot into it."
"No, I mean a second hole."
"A second hole? Then throw it away."
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3 comments:
It would have to be an incredibly tightly knitted sock not to have more than one hole in it. On top of this, I never find it necessary to throw old socks away; they can usually be relied upon to disappear of their own accord.
I think you could be accused of pedantry in your use of 'hole' here, though not by me of course. Socks and their leaving of the physical realm is certainly one of the great existential, and most likely metaphysical, mysteries of the universe.
God i need to cut my toenails.
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