Monday, February 03, 2014
The Great Socks Heist
Fast forward to within the last ten years. I was in New Mexico, either in a van or on a bus, when someone else shared with me the HOT STUFF - Chili Pepper Socks that they had just purchased.
I spontaneously, literally, jumped up, asked for the driver to wait and ran into the store and bought a pair for myself. I LOVED them. Wished I had bought two later on.
I've never had any clothing that has been so much fun. Well almost. I remember having my Hot Stuff socks on one time as I was going through Security at Dulles airport. I had to remove my shoes. The TSA guy started laughing out loud. He called to another guy. By then, passengers were looking as well. We all had a great chuckle.
Other people have gotten a chuckle as well. Therefore, I loved the socks. This year when I got out the winter clothes for the season where I MUST wear socks, I couldn't find the HOT STUFF socks. I even climbed on the ladder, looked up in the high storage area. No socks. I was so disappointed. I couldn't imagine where they were. Took out the bottom drawer in the cabinet to see if somehow they were stuck behind the drawer. NADA.
TODAY, the socks appeared. But, not on MY feet!
I've written many times about my old time friends Ron and Fred. We've traveled to the beach together every year for the last five years or so and to many other places. They are more like brothers then friends after a 22 year friendship. Guess who had my socks on? Of course it was Mr. Ronnie Ray, the devilish one of the two. He is always stirring up things. He acted so innocent when I pointed out that he had on MY socks. He swore he didn't know where they came from. Uh huh. BUSTED.
If there had not been many people there, I would have FORCED him to give me my socks right then, even if I had to wrestle him to the ground (just kidding). He said he liked them and wasn't giving them back. HA, not in my lifetime...........
I have an ace up my sleeve. I have a fabulous birthday present for him and IF he wants it, he is going to have to return my socks. AND if he doesn't, BIG TROUBLE. I'll even report him to the "Church of What's Happening Now". He'll no longer be Rev Ronnie Ray. No more frocks for him....or socks, either. " Hell have no fury like a woman scorned - especially a red headed one!"
SO, give em up Ronnie Ray or you'll be sooooooooooo sorry!