Viral memingitis

At my high school's basketball games, a group of older boys sat in the stands and catcalled, "Aaaaankle socks, aaaaankle socks" when the other team tried a foul shot. That was a decade ago, but I remember that miniscule bit of useless memory every time I put on a pair of ankle socks (which is often).

Perhaps these things connect us all in one way or another. I wonder if anything from my lifetime of verbal horseplay regularly pops up on someone's cognitive superhighway. I don't even remember the names of those obnoxious kids, but apparently their unified voices made enough of an impact on me that I will pay homage to them every time I choose to show my ankles to the world.

I thought it was funny. Ankle socks.