I just barely made it here.

I had to rush pair all the socks in the laundry before I came in here.

I thought you were going to say you had to like rush home from Manhattan.

You know, you're living the fancy lad life or something like that.

Nope.

Just, nope.

Imagine socks.

On the bed was a whole bunch of unsorted socks.

And, you know, usually as I've discussed in the show, my roles in the household are kitchen dog wires and puke. And Tiff is Soft Things, Plants, School, and Fun.

Now, Soft Things would typically be her purview. So she does all the laundry. However, there are

occasional exceptions that poke holes in those boundaries because one person really hates something or doesn't

mind something. And one of the things is that tift us off the laundry, but really hates pairing socks.

So that is my job. And so I wanted to hurry up and... You can't do that in a hurry, though. If you do it

in a hurry, you're not going to match them upright. You underestimate my skill, John.

No, I think you underestimate the amount of stuff I think is involved

in matching socks. I think you both underestimate the sneaky, sir, and that's a reference that. I bet

John didn't even get. No. What now? What now? All right, we'll see the ATP references get said.

Yeah, no. I mean, so the thing about matching socks is, uh, it's not so much just finding the sock that is the same sock as that one.

You have to, they go in pairs in terms of wear and age, you know what I mean?

And right and left. So you really want to, you want to pair the ones that have always been

together to be back together. Even if you have, you know, 16 of the same socks that came in a

pack when you bought them all,

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