And lock them in a dungeon with 200 unpaired socks - each of which only has one other sock that it can be matched to.
it give me the rage! Every fucking coloured sock sold runs on the principle of having every pair in the multipack of six slightly different. Whhhyyyy? What's wrong with six identical pairs that can be paired without the aid of Interpol? And where you don't have to chuck both socks if one gets a hole.
It's a male plot to keep the women oppressed; stand under my banner!
*see also: pants with days of the week on them. DD is no longer satisfied with clean pants. She looked at me with doe-like accusing eyes as I wrangled her into 'Friday' pants. What next - 'Wear me on third Wednesday in January under pink leggings if your name begins with 'S'' printed on your pants????