Goldman's Socks

This has been a rough year for Goldman's socks. He couldn't seem to find the right pair no matter how hard he tried.

And when he did, one or the other kept falling down. He'd pull one up and the other would droop. Finally, he just wore them around the ankles hoping no one would notice. But they did.

And then the trouble really began.

Goldman's socks began to unravel. It started with a small thread coming loose at the top. He tried to ignore it but, like an itch, he couldn't let it go. Of course, once he started pulling on it the whole sock came apart. He was left with threads around the ankle.

Goldman was at a loss as to what to do. He had plenty of socks in his drawers but he couldn't decide which ones would fit perfectly. He thought about trying a pair a day. Too risky, he thought. People might think he was unable to make a decision. Bad for business, that.

He really needed a solid pair of socks that would restore his confidence; allow him to walk into a room without worrying about people sneaking peaks at his ankles. He could lengthen his trousers but at some point he would inevitably cross his legs and the drooping socks would be visible.

They had to be perfect. He called in a consultant. A Soxologist, as it were. Her advice: go barefoot, wear flip-flops, good for business, very Now. She billed $1.5 million for the consult. He deducted it from his tax bill as a medical expense.

Goldman reached for the Argyles.