We rarely get in the car to go anywhere that you don’t de-shoe and de-sock within minutes, sister. It’s especially frustrating when we are only driving a few blocks. Maybe the lesson here is we should be walking those short distances.
On the drive back home from a trip to Costco, you said: “I take my socks off?”
Me: “I’d rather you didn’t.”
You: “Well, too late! I did.”