I own a ga-zillion pairs of socks. Now that is an exaggeration. But not by much. You need to come over to my loft and see the piles. Purple and pink. Red and magenta. Green stripes. No stripes. Flowers. Pastels. Just endless pairs of SOCKS.
The next question you might be asking yourself is how did this happen to a middle-aged woman living in a loft in downtown? Well, I'll tell you - since I AM that middle-aged woman. With A LOT of one dollar bills. That's how.
Okay, I will further explain. I live on Broadway. And for those of you who don't know - Broadway is the sock capital of the world. THE WORLD. I know this for a fact (so, what if I don't and I'm making it up?) that there are more sock vendors on Broadway than anyplace else.
Soho in New York doesn't hold a candle. Paris on the Left Bank can't even compete. London in one of those fancy stores is a wayyyy distant third.
Why? Because almost every pair of socks on Broadway is HOT. Hot off the truck. Hot from the factory. Hot to the touch. And if you buy a pair NOW, just one dollar, please. Just one dollar. And a pair of socks are yours for $1!!!
So, since I seem to walk the street endlessly and have feet that need endless covering and I usually have one dollar bills in my wallet, I BUY SOCKS almost everyday. Always believing, that one day the sock vendors will be taken away in a paddy wagon, and that I will miss the bargain.
What am I NUTS? No. But, hey this is LA.
And let's face it - you never know when you'll need them for a 5k, a mad dash to the super market, a run from a thug - I don't know - I'm making this up too. But, socks are important to survive in la-la-land. So I buy hot socks. Lots of them.
Now to the mangos.
In between the sock vendors are the mango carts - filled with lots of mangos and fresh fruits. When I shop on Broadway for my socks, I always stop and get mangos. I do this because I need to have energy to buy more socks. And I have found that mangos refresh me. And remind me of orange colored margaritas, which I have never had and just made up, too.
But, here are some truths to this post. Socks are definitely hot (in more ways than one) and need to be swooped up - endlessly. And...if it takes eating a mango for you to realize that life in downtown is filled with socks, I say, "eat a mango."
End of story.