The last of the indestructable socks!
Fourty years ago, when Tom was still at school, his thrifty mother invested in a job-lot of grey socks that were billed as "indestuctable" in the hopes they would be the last set of scholl uniform socks she's have to buy,
Her hopes were fullfilled and Tom has been wearing those awful grey sicks (with a texture akin to a brillo pad) throughout the years since. And I HATE them. They look horrible, feel horrible and are just an abomination.
Not quite indestructable, but certinly hard-wearing and longlasting.
But today he finally realized he'd worn through the toe of one of the final remaining pair.
The last of the indestructable socks!
Fourty years ago, when Tom was still at school, his thrifty mother invested in a job-lot of grey socks that were billed as "indestuctable" in the hopes they would be the last set of scholl uniform socks she's have to buy,
Her hopes were fullfilled and Tom has been wearing those awful grey sicks (with a texture akin to a brillo pad) throughout the years since. And I HATE them. They look horrible, feel horrible and are just an abomination.
Not quite indestructable, but certinly hard-wearing and longlasting.
But today he finally realized he'd worn through the toe of one of the final remaining pair.