You’d Have Smelled Them Too


(Photo by Tanner Latham).

Sometimes St. Sara N. Dippity reminds you she’s keeping an eye on you on the road.

I unfolded an ironing board in a Hampton Inn off I-20 near Madison, Georgia.  After hearing the piercing squeak of the never-oiled legs, I saw a pair of ankle socks fall out.  Laundered.  They smelled like a Bounce sheet, and one had a hole worn in the heel. 

Of course I smelled them.  Wouldn’t you? 

I decided to leave them behind.  The next soul to inhabit room 106 will have a decision to make.


  1. angela herron

    Yes, it’s the same Angela you covered Oklahoma with and let me say, it’s just not the same!!
    Don’t ask how I saw this posting, but what in all of gods glory would make you want to pick it up, much less..dare I say..sniff? Glad you left the sock memory alive by leaving behind for the next lone “sole”…get it?

    August 11, 2008 at 4:26 pm
  2. christy in georgia

    Yes, it is a sole-ful post. Madison is a delight, isn’t it?

    September 3, 2008 at 1:10 am
  3. impormpayok
    April 7, 2009 at 7:39 am
  4. impormpayok
    April 7, 2009 at 7:40 am