Picture this. You rock up to the pub and the bartender, who hasn't spoken to you ever, notices your socks.
She says "Oh my" and puts her hand over her mouth in shock. You know what's happened and yet, you play it cool.
You smirk and drop your sunnies a quarter of a centimetre down your nose and say, "It's the socks, isn't it darl?"
She nods in response, still shocked at what she's seeing. She jumps the bar, she kisses you. You get married. You live happily ever after.
Would you have done it without the Libba socks? Lol. Doubt it.
