A pair of socks

　　One fine afternoon I was walking along Fifth Avenue，when I remembered that it was necessary to buy a pair of socks. I turned into the first sock shop that caught my eye，and a boy clerk who could not have been more than seventeen years old came forward. What can I do for you，sir?I wish to buy a pair of socks. His eyes glowed. There was a note of passion in his voice. Did you know that you had come into the finest place in the world to buy socks?I had not been aware of that，as my entrance had been accidental. Come with me， said the boy，ecstatically. I followed him to the rear of the shop，and he began to haul down from the shelves box after box，displaying their contents for my delectation.