I have a problem with socks. Well, maybe I should say that I have a problem with sock (forget the pluralization) because I’m usually just left with just one of the pair. Let me explain. I open the package, two socks, I put them on and leave for work. I can definitely still feel two socks on, no need to take the shoe off and check. But the hypochondriac in me still lifts the left cuff of my pants to have a peek, two socks are still there, visual confirmation noted. This happens about four more days, five times a day, until the weekend hits.
I don’t know about you, but I love making a knot with the two matching pairs and throwing them into the laundry bin. It’s fun and helps you not lose its friend. If you’ve never tried this, I highly recommend it. But make sure to un-knot them when it comes time for the wash cycle, they will need space to swim freely in the water.
The dryer is where it goes down. Sometime between the start button and just before the machine buzzes to a stop, it happens, the matching pairs go missing. There might be one or two that match, but come on, where are the fourteen others? I sometimes crawl into the machine and check for a portal to another dimension. I think I’ve used every machine at my local laundry with the same outcome.
I’ve gotten used to this. So now I just mix up what I have left. I’ll wear a no-show with a crew sock, a black out with a white out, a perfect line with a cashmere, striped stocks with some dot prints, it’s all good. Some thieves out there must be doing the same.