I don’t know whether to groan or just slap you up the back of the head Rhubarb.
I caught a glimpse of what lives behind my washer recently when I had to tighten one of the hoses, and there is no way in hell that I am pulling it out to search for lost socks. Ewwwwwww.
Anyway, I counted the ‘oddies’ in my basket, and there are 63*. I don’t think 63 socks would fit behind my Hoover. There is DEFINITELY some sort of cosmic conspiracy afoot!
*Yes, that is how many I counted. My kids have given up, and now are making a fashion statement by wearing odd socks…not that they have a choice…it’s either that, or bare feet!
UPDATE: I found the sock! Or perhaps it found ME? Guess where it surfaced: In my wife’s laundry! I kid thee not! I came home yesterday, and there on the line with her stuff was *one of my gray socks! * I think Hmmmmm, I went up to my drawer and found the one that stayed behind, took it down and matched them up, its the missing sock all right, or one that is just like it. So I asked my wife where the hell did you get my other sock? She said it must have been in her basket because when she went to hang her stuff it was in the washer, so she just hung it up with all the rest of the stuff! So I told her the saga of the missing sock and how I placed 2 socks on top of my load of darks this weekend. She conceded that she didn’t actually see it in her basket, she just assumed it was there, otherwise, how did it get into her laundry? How indeed!?! I said the aliens from the planet of missing socks were messing with my head. She said something about why cousins shouldn’t marry and all that LSD I was taking back in the ‘80s. Well, wait it couldn’t have been in there already because it would have come out in the load of rags we washed the other day right? And since I actually stuck my head into the machine to look for my sock I know it was not in there! All I can guess is that it got stuck under that cone that agitates during the wash cycle. Who knows. Another of lifes mysteries goes unsolved. As I was dithering my way out to the living room with my newly reunited socks, our son yells down from his room, “Hay, has anyone seen my other tennis shoe?” I think it might be out along the highway some where for a few days.
:dubious:
I have a system. I always buy two pair of the same sock. That way, I can lose up to two socks and still have a pair (kind of like sock swinging…).
One day I was matching up my socks and found five matching green socks! :eek: I still haven’t figured out where that other sock came from.
Do you honestly believe a perforated scrap of material can hold off the power of the universe?
Another solution is rule over your possessions with a fist of iron, and to make regular public examples of faulty appliances. (e.g. smashing up your broken calculator in front of the PC.) This scares the others out of playing silly buggers.
And as for the sock thing, I rarely wear matching socks, and it seems that few, if any, of mine have gone missing. So maybe when they vanish, they’re just looking for a different sock to hang out with?