I was happily enjoying a beautiful London morning, heading to the tube station on my way to work, listening to Anand (Bliss!).
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And out of nowhere, this bloke appears and greets me. I remove my earphones, and he says he works for Marks & Sparks, and they were carrying out a survey, and would I please tell him what my 3 favourite sock colours were. Just like that, with a perfectly straight face!
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I thought it was a leeetle fishy as he didn't have any ID or chart or anything, and I wondered why on earth would Marks be carrying out surveys on quiet streets at 8 in the morning! But, I was in a good mood and decided to humour him, so I replied. Yes, I actually did :)
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Pink, orange and green.
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AND THEN!!! He asked if I was wearing any!
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And I replied YES! Pink ones! And then I quickly ran away before it got any weirder :)
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How absolutely random. I remember looking at the sky (as if calling out to some great spirit out there) and thinking: where on earth do these people come from!!
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And me being me, I spent a good part of the day wondering what was the the greater message that life was trying to send me... and I was drawing a complete blank, until a friend said:
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Perhaps the lesson would be to take pleasure in the simple things that make you smile - like choosing to wear whacky socks, and thus completely throwing off the survey's previous blue/black/grey bias ;D
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Inspired by this, and armed with my rekindled love of brightly-coloured socks, you can only imagine what my next pair is going to look like! Only this time I might venture into new territory... furry socks? Socks with tinkly bells? Or maybe I'll stick to the traditional kind and just get rainbow socks with bats all over them.
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So many choices, but only two feet.
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The plight of a sock-lover. Sigh.
