So for Christmas my wife got a pair of the brand of socks I normally wear as my daily drivers.  Hilarity ensued.

“This is what you wear everyday?  They are so fitted and smooth!  They’re cradling and supporting my feet!  What the hell have I been wearing?  Why were you letting me wear such crap socks?  I can’t wear these anymore I’m going to turn into a sock snob.  They fit soooo well in my boots!”

I die laughing when she gets like this because she always makes fun of how particular I am and then eventually buys into my snobbery.

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ok ok just say it's bombas and let's all move forward

She literally buys me this particular brand of socks.  She knows the name and makes fun of me for being so particular.

There’s no gatekeeping it’s just got to the point where it’s more amusing to me if I don’t tell you 😘