I was out of them, socks that is. I complained to my laundry service (aka Roldand) and was told that socks would be forthcoming.
In a few days I received several pairs.
I insisted that I had more socks than that.
He pointed out that I have a tendency to pull off my socks and shoes and have not always got my socks into the laundry basket. He washes them but cannot track them.
I made mention of the baskets of undone laundry in the laundry room.
He informed me that he knew exactly what was in those baskets, and in none of them were there socks. Besides, one of those basket's was Gary's.
So I bought more socks. Little white socks. Then I went to my sister's where it was colder than here and I bought more socks, colored socks, to go with one pair of shoes I had brought. I think I may have bought 9 pair. So then, I had socks.
And yesterday Roland brought up a basket of ... socks.
You see, Gary had left a large amount of laundry in a basket, but he put it on top of a basket full socks and underwear. (Roland's laundry sorting system is bizarre, but I've stopped trying to explain how the rest of the world does it).
Now I have socks.
Lots and lots of socks.
In fact, my sock drawer doth floweth over with socks.
I am still low on underwear without holes though.