Sockless in San Fran

Mar 20, 2018 21:52

San Francisco, CA - Tuesday, 20 March 2018, 8am

I've mentioned before my rule of thumb that every trip there's one thing I forget to bring. Sometimes it's minor, like two trips ago when I dropped a scarf somewhere in an airport shuffle. This trip the thing lost/forgotten is a bit more amusing. This time I forgot to pack socks.

Yeah, socks. I noticed it when I went to put on socks and shoes before leaving my room this morning. In my suitcase I had everything else I'd intended to pack for this three day trip... except socks. Oh, I had the socks I wore yesterday. I didn't ride the train here barefoot, y'know. So for today I'm wearing yesterday's socks again. It's hardly the end of the world. It's not like they're stinky or super dirty or anything, just that they're matted down after being worn for a day and need a washing to fluff back up a bit. I figure I'll stop by a Target store this evening to buy a few fresh pairs. I could use a few more in my sock drawer, anyway.

clothes, d'oh!, planes trains and automobiles

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