SOCK IT TO ME

Now, I mean socks, not a punch in the face. You can keep those. Or spread them around to whoever.

But when it comes to real socks, I definitely have issues as they say. My first is that I like them.

Yep, some people might not, but I do. And all I ask is that I have enough to wear during a week. Plus that they should match.

That isn't a big deal to some, but it is too me. Neither do I intend to follow in the insanity of my assistant.

Willie is a very loyal guy, but he truly has his moments. Not always in a sane way, but memorable just the same.

In the matter of socks, his genius was to paint his ankles. I will give him credit it was a nice solution in one way.

And I am glad that he didn't decide to show me how he applied the same principal to his underwear. Which might have seems like a good idea to him, but no one else.

Fortunately, outside of me, he managed to avoid actually sharing his wisdom on socks with anyone else. I am grateful for that part.

I could have lived without being told myself, but there are the times when it is better to have him share with me that somebody else. And in this case that truly applies.

In the meantime, I have managed to avoid having too many conversations on this subject with others who share Willies view of life. Oh perhaps not in terms of socks painted on their ankles, but similar philosophies.

I do my best not to delve into that arena of dementia if I can avoid it. That can be hard to be sure about at times.

However, I do know that the sock mentality in terms of my assistant is generally something that you can see brewing in the way some people talk about other issues. If they speak in strange terms about anything otherwise sane.

If they get around to underwear or sock and paint, it is time to walk on. Yeah that is a wise choice.

Only best to be sure you find out before you get stuck with them in an elevator. And especially if they happen to be a security guard who carries a gun.

Just helpful thought to save you some grief.