Had the rink to myself. I guess the cold kept people away – but with the sun, and no wind, the conditions were perfect.
Afterwards, when I was changing out of my skates, a family arrived. As they were getting ready, a little boy wandered towards me, staring at my socks. I wondered what he was staring at, so I looked down at my foot, and noticed, for the first time that my socks had writing on them.
They had been in my Christmas stocking, and I’m quite certain Santa hadn’t noticed the writing either. There was a cartoon picture of two dogs having a tug of war with a sock, and underneath, two words – sock whore.
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