They were a bit loose and didn’t quite fit his foot perfectly, but they were perfect, if you know what I mean. But the “it” I was looking for is never the thing I had dropped 🙂 When I got under the table that day I could see that he was wearing these amazing black socks. Also, I would always drop something on the floor so I would have an excuse to go under the table and look for “it”.
Naturally, I was sitting next to him at the table, and as always my feet would “accidentally” bump into his. Since the pattern repeats in the same way, it enabled me to know exactly where his hot socked feet would be, and where I should be.
I only mention it because it sets My Uncle in the right mood that I like, from which he goes into the same pattern of behavior which he always repeats. It all started with a big family Christmas lunch.
