Customer: “I don’t like these socks.”
Me: “I’m sorry to hear that. What don’t you like about them?”
Customer: “They don’t make socks for guys like me. My calves are too big. It’s like trying to slip a sausage into… um…”
Me: “Into something smaller than a sausage?”
Customer: “… skinny jeans.”
Me: “Like slipping a sausage into skinny jeans.”
Customer: “Yes. Definitely.”
I am not a musician by any means, but if I’m ever in a situation where I have to produce a hit Gay Country Crossover single, I’m going to call it A Sausage in Skinny Jeans. The Grammy nod will totally be worth the Parental Advisory warning.