Accessories

"GREAT ITEM"
I always use this brand and they are as great as always!
Don't know why but these socks last and last and the
shipping is unbeleavable, they were here in three days
Try and I know you will always Buy! Marcel

Good quality, priced right...
I beat my crew socks up pretty good so cheap low quality socks for me are a waste of money. These are well made socks with quality elastic. The price is right for quality of the product.

Great socks at a great price
I like these socks better than the more expensive ones that I have tried. They are comfortable and stay up on your leg. They are also much cheaper than many of the other socks available on Amazon...

Good, solid white socks
Good, solid white socks. A bit thicker than I imagined, but not a bad thing.

An important apparel item gone entirely, horribly wrong
I got these socks as a gift. As it was, the gift was unexpected and strange. See, I hadn't ordered anything from Amazon and yet, when I got home, there was an Amazon box on my porch, addressed to me, yet oddly missing the normal gibberish stickers that come from the UPS or FedEx. In it was 6 pairs of socks--these socks. "Well, I can use some socks," I thought. So I took the socks and placed them, still wrapped, into my sock drawer.

The next day, I was dressing and opened my sock drawer and found these new socks neatly folded and lined-up, which was odd. I also swear that I heard a faint rainstick and some distant tribal drumming as the drawer slid open. I attempted to wear other socks, however, mostly because I didn't want to wear white socks with my black shoes. But as I put the other socks on, they were all were somehow too tiny to fit onto my feet. Five times in a row this happened. I thought that I had shrunk everything in the dryer, so I gave up and put on these new Hanes cushioned crews.

Immediately, I felt a sense of joy. It was strange, like the first time you kiss someone, or how you felt as a kid when waking up on Christmas morning. I kept wondering if it was the socks that made me feel that way, or if I was just somehow subconsciously triggered to reminisce.

That day, in it's entirety, was wonderful. At least 50 people I had never spoken to before somehow knew my name. These were people on the street, even. At the coffee shop, the girl who normally had the demeanor of a disgruntled, middle-age cafeteria worker actually gave me free coffee and tried to flirt with me. Not just to flirt, but a stumbly sort of flirting that only comes about when desire has made you lose your grasp of language structure.

At the university, I was excused from an upcoming midterm for a reason I don't even remember. I think it involved being "an attentive enough listener at lectures." At work, I was promoted to full-time salaried work with a bonus. However, in the parking lot, I thought my luck had turned on me as I discovered my car had been totaled by some rich guy in a Jaguar. But, no! The guy throws me into a taxi and has me pick out a new car for myself on the nearby auto row. So within 30 minutes I was the proud owner of a new Mercedes.

These socks were great that first day, and I went to bed a happy but confused man. But very soon my luck had changed. The second day I again went to put on some socks and I immediately reached for a pair of these Hanes Classics. However, they ripped in the toes and heels. Five times in a row this happened until I was plumb out of new socks.

In short, Hanes makes a fantastically magical sock, but I'm rating this sock a 2 because the quality is pretty lousy. Also, my one day of greatness made me realize how horrible my life really is when I don't have magic socks to wear.