Socked

My husband started laughing at the breakfast table as he was reading the business pages, a section of the daily paper that is not known for its mirth inducing journalism.

“You won’t believe this,” he said.

“Try me,” I replied, ” I could use some comic relief.”

“It seems there is a new phone app to help guys match their socks. Since we tend to give more wear to the ones in the front of the drawer, this application assures equal wear for all the pairs. I’m supposed to buy 12 pair of identical black socks with built in microchips. Then I buy the phone app so I can scan my socks and always match the same pair. The app tells you ‘where your socks have come from, what their life has been like and who they belong to’ .”

In my opinion,this phone app might be the signature one that signals the decline of western civilization. But at least all the women will be laughing as we sink into irrelevance.

I would bet my net worth that a man designed this app. We women are too busy doing the wash.

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  1. Mary,
    Well, I’ve heard there’s one for alphatizing the spices–or keeping track of what you may be running out of–so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised . . .
    pretty pathetic
    evie

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