Admit it. When you reach a certain age (as I have, and then some), you find you have a collection of these socks – in various colors.

And you wear them.

Even though you know everyone (or at least those of us of a certain age), knows what they represent.

You know what? Who the fuck cares?

They’re comfy and non-slip and free – sort of (I don’t want to know what insurance pays for these).