My feet rubbed against my not-worn-too-often dress shoes. I rushed into Albertson’s before my class began, hoping to quickly purchase a pair of knee highs in order to prevent blisters from gracing my feet by the end of the day. My eyes scanned the selection quickly: control top, sheer, opaque, reinforced toe, sandalfoot, seamed, were all these styles really necessary? Knee highs, knee highs, knee highs, among the six dozen choices surely there had to be knee highs. Aha. Knee highs. Box of 10 pairs. You’ve got to be kidding. What am I going to do with 10 pairs of knee highs?