Sock story

Dinner at a Thai restaurant with the tables so close that we can see the neighbors plates. They apparently also can see A’s socks. They quite like them and offer comments. He is happy to oblige with horror tales from his childhood and growing up in an unconventional family. Socks in piles disappearing at the bottom into a gooey substance made up of decomposed laundry. The woman and her two males companions seem unfazed. I am surprised by how much one can tell to a stranger without any reaction. How will they recall the evening? Will the sock story be a part of it? Will it be part of any other life?