The human female has to wear special, squeezy stockings. (Don’t ask her about it–she’ll only tell you, and wouldn’t that be a waste of your time?)
This morning, she is matching pairs from the clean laundry. She thought she had put the two black ones together. Then she found a navy blue one. The navy is much like the black, so she is checking back to make sure she didn’t pair a blue and a black in the low home light.
No, those are both black so she’s all right.
Two black and one navy. Just need to find the other navy.
There we go, all sorted and tidy and—
Great Frigga’s hairpins! She only has one pair of black socks, so where did that third one come from?! Does she have two pair? She doesn’t remember having two pair… Maybe she has two pair? Is there a fourth black sock someplace? She can’t find one…
Just look at that brow furrow! I adore making herself doubt her sanity. It’s one of my favorite things.
This is going to bother her all day, I just know it.
Snort! She has remembered that she ordered the socks online, so she has a way to check what she should own.