It has happened to us all. Admit it. You know it has. Laundry day comes. You gather up all those dirty clothes and throw them in the washer. Eventually they get to the dryer and spin about like happy astronauts at zero gravity. Finally that buzzer sounds and it's time to fold.
Laundry. One of those never-ending constants that 'they' keep forgetting to mention. You fold the shirts. Line up the pant legs so they can be folded nicely. Make nice squares out of those towels and wash rags. So on and so forth ad nauseam until eventually it comes down to the socks. And with equal and annoying eventuality, you inevitably end up with one sock missing. Or perhaps two. But those two socks surely do not match. That's how it is. Where do these socks go? Who knows. It is a mystery.
You go back, retracing your steps to see if somehow those miscreants jumped ship as you were ferrying them toward cleanliness. You recheck the laundry hamper in the hopes that you might have inadvertently missed picking them up. Maybe there is one lounging languidly somewhere on the floor. Nope. They have just disappeared - as if by magic. Spirited off to some unknown corner of the Universe never to be seen or heard from (not to mention worn) again.
But friends, I have solved the age-old mystery of the missing sock! One picture is worth a thousand words, but four! ... that's an entire dictionary!
“A sockless man is not to be trusted.”
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You'll Grow Out of It
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