I say sock-sock-shoe-shoe.
Sock-shoe-sock-shoe is just wrong.
swinnea Have your aneurysm checked...it might have burst.
swinnea I assume that you are old like me and are referring back to the exchange between Archie and Meathead on All In the Family. Great scene.
Are we talking about the order in which you put them on? If so yes I agree, socks first then shoes? Do you breathe in or out on your downswing?
Gotta have both socks on while putting on shoes.
Otherwise the other bare foot feels extremely vulnerable and discriminated against.
It's a no-brainer, to be sure. Socks first, bilaterally, then shoes. Always left foot first for socks and shoes. But that last bit is just personal preference. :-)
There is no place on the planet where having one foot bare while the other is socked and shoe'd is acceptable. No place. Sock, sock, shoe, shoe.
sdandrea1 In the Midwest, apparently.
Sock, shoe. Sock shoe. Right. Left.
If I put on both socks first, then put one foot on the floor, sure as hell...even if the floor has been meticulously cleaned... when I put that foot in my shoe, there will be something on the bottom of that sock.
Unless you're being fitted for shoes at a shoe store.
I prefer shoe...shoe. No socks. (I put those in my boxers) No tying involved. Just slip'em on and slip'em off when you're done.
sdandrea1 There is no place on the planet where having one foot bare while the other is socked and shoe'd is acceptable. No place. Sock, sock, shoe, shoe.
99.9% of the time its sock sock shoe shoe. However, I have done the sock shoe sock shoe dance in certain situations where I want to absolutely minimize foot/sock contact with the floor or ground below me. Public bathroom stalls, muddy or wet ground, etc.
I hope this does not make me a sociopath.
Well, I stand corrected.
You can't do sock/shoe then sock/shoe. It's not safe. What if you get one sock and shoe on and you suddenly have to run out of the house...hear a big crash, death curdling scream...you can't run with one barefoot and one with a shoe on. I wear western boots...that would give me a 2" heel on one side and a barefoot on the other.
You can't run like that. If it's a dire emergency with someone dying outside and now your out there being interview by the local news and the cameraman, (especially if it were me) would start on your face so people would recognize you and then pan down and fixate on your feet before going back up and zooming in on your face.
Just my 2 cents
I go sock, shoe, shoe, shoe off, sock, shoe, then realize I have my socks on the wrong feet, shoe off, shoe off, sock off, sock off, swap socks, then I just give up and nap in the recliner.
Typhoon I don't like thinking someone may die because of the way I put on my socks & shoes.
But hey....ya gotta go sometime, sorry.
So, how do you put on a condom? Do you unroll it and tug it on or put it on and unroll it?
I remember the days when I used two hands. Just like I remember the tee shot that carried 250+ yards.
Father time has a way of reminding us that we're not as young as we used to be, in more ways than one. Can I get a witness here?!
Did you know condoms have serial numbers on them? You probably didn't because you never had to roll one down far enough to see it. 😂
They don't call me light switch and bead of rice for nothin'.
Rickochet Most of us here are so old we can't remember what a condom is.
Socks go on before pants. Unless you are wearing shorts....
Toulon Did you know condoms have serial numbers on them? You probably didn't because you never had to roll one down far enough to see it.
I once bought some condoms labled "Extra Large" just to see the expression on the lady clerk's face. 😜
garyt1957 And we can remember when we didn't need one. The girls in those days took care of things (not sayin' it's right or anything), and nothing you were going to catch was going to kill ya.
Along with condomless sex, you kids will never know the pleasure of
- playing hockey or riding a bike without a helmet
- hitting your brother with a lawn dart
- shooting your brother in the ass with a BB gun, or
- handing your 4-year-old little sister a lit block buster firecracker, staring wide-eyed as the spark at the end of the burning fuse got closer and closer to the lip of the cracker and then disappeared inside, all the while yelling "Throw it! Throw it!"