I did, however, many years ago suffer from claustrophobic feet – it was always at work, always when wearing boots and being squeezed into the back of a car – it was difficult to keep a lid on it.
Phil, setting aside shoes and socks (leaving ourselves barefoot), I’m intrigued that you speak of being squeezed into the back of a car in the same breath almost as your glorious police years.
My only experience with back of a car and police has been while under arrest.
Two rememberies: I’ll offer one up now, if I can manage later, I’ll remembery my Police experience for you.
Thick socks by EG Smith in the late 80’s. I saw them first in LA visiting our friend Crash. We were on the beach, and a beach “Bunny” wearing nothing but a Speedo was pulling on his feet these magnificent, brilliant white socks, his day of sun done. He pulled them up nearly to his knees, then pushed the tops down toward his ankles where the tops bunched like leg warmers from “Flashdance.” He stuck his socked feet into white leather high-tops, picked up his towel and took off across the beach. I had to have some socks like that.
When I got my first pair, it became apparent that a guy with size 14 feet would feel a little cramped in his shoes with these socks on. Still I collected them. They became the only socks I wore for two or three years. Mom asked what I wanted for Christmas during that time and socks were what I wanted. She asked, “How much are they?” I replied. She replied, “Eleven dollars a pair for socks? Why that’s crazy!”
(A while later, when Mom and Dad were visiting us in Minneapolis, we took them on a tour of Saks. We passed the Ralph Lauren boutique. I said, “Here Mom, look at this.” Placed my hand on a cable-knit cashmere sweater. She ran her hand over it, pulled out the tag. “Twelve. Hundred. Dollars!” she said. “Now I know why you don’t think eleven dollars is too much for a pair of socks.”)
If you are anything like me, then it’s your shoes, Deron.
some of my socks are just fine — just fine! — I tell you.
Depends on whether you’re hiking or it’s cold. You can also get shoe stretchers. Everything is possible in America.
Your socks are way too thick.
I don’t understand men and their socks.
Socks? Shoes? Where did I put my flip-flops?
Sometimes my feet swell. When that happens, my socks are too thick.
Aaron is pregnant! Aaron is pregnant!
Guess who the father is?
Aaron I have two words of advice for you: Cliff. Hanger.
It’s Fergie.
D’oh!
Socks, without doubt.
I did, however, many years ago suffer from claustrophobic feet – it was always at work, always when wearing boots and being squeezed into the back of a car – it was difficult to keep a lid on it.
Ah, the glorious police years.
I have several pairs of socks that are blatantly too thick – I still wear them.
Phil, setting aside shoes and socks (leaving ourselves barefoot), I’m intrigued that you speak of being squeezed into the back of a car in the same breath almost as your glorious police years.
My only experience with back of a car and police has been while under arrest.
You know what they say about men with big feet and big hands, right?
Big shoes and big gloves, of course.
How can you tell who’s been using “Big Dick Cream”?
Look for the guys with one big hand.
My dad said to marry a woman with small hands because it’ll make your dick look bigger.
I guess we’re not talking about footwear anymore.
I don’t think about other penises very much, just mine.
Two rememberies: I’ll offer one up now, if I can manage later, I’ll remembery my Police experience for you.
Thick socks by EG Smith in the late 80’s. I saw them first in LA visiting our friend Crash. We were on the beach, and a beach “Bunny” wearing nothing but a Speedo was pulling on his feet these magnificent, brilliant white socks, his day of sun done. He pulled them up nearly to his knees, then pushed the tops down toward his ankles where the tops bunched like leg warmers from “Flashdance.” He stuck his socked feet into white leather high-tops, picked up his towel and took off across the beach. I had to have some socks like that.
When I got my first pair, it became apparent that a guy with size 14 feet would feel a little cramped in his shoes with these socks on. Still I collected them. They became the only socks I wore for two or three years. Mom asked what I wanted for Christmas during that time and socks were what I wanted. She asked, “How much are they?” I replied. She replied, “Eleven dollars a pair for socks? Why that’s crazy!”
(A while later, when Mom and Dad were visiting us in Minneapolis, we took them on a tour of Saks. We passed the Ralph Lauren boutique. I said, “Here Mom, look at this.” Placed my hand on a cable-knit cashmere sweater. She ran her hand over it, pulled out the tag. “Twelve. Hundred. Dollars!” she said. “Now I know why you don’t think eleven dollars is too much for a pair of socks.”)
Lose inches off your feet in minutes a day.
I don’t know whether it’s socks or shoes, Deron. I have relatively small feet.
It’s not true what they say, though, about small feet. I tend to wear big socks because I like my shoes to fit very snugly.