So I just encountered this situation at the Omni house and a shower thought was born.
The wife did laundry and one of my socks came out without his buddy. Lonely but clean, my wife filed him into the sock drawer to await the fate of his long lost twin. Today his twin turned up, buried in a pile of my wife’s dirty pajamas heaped in front of the closet. I rescued him to the hamper and chose to reunite him with his pal by fetching his clean little doppleganger from the nightstand and unceremoniously tossing him in with the unwashed masses.
So the question presents itself…what would you have done? Do you postpone the reunion or do you give them sweet relief?
He stays in the sock drawer to wait to be reunited
Back in the Hamper. That way on folding of the newly washed hamper clothes, the wayward sock can be re-united with its re-found twin, and like any other pair of socks, be ceremoniously stored in the appropriate sock drawer.
They stay in the sock drawer until that moment when they might re reunited again with their soulmate. When that happens it brings a tear to my eye. On par with those military member surprises spouse for Christmas videos.
I voted sock drawer because I wouldn’t go out of my way to reunite the socks. In fact, Mrs. Charming and Rested has a designated bag to collect members of the Lonely Socks Club. We toss them in there and occasionally go through to reunite solemates.
One of my exes had “left” socks and “right” socks, differentiated by little spots painted onto the right heels. If they had different genders, that would complicate things.
I voted “stays”… but in reality, all of my socks are identical, and don’t even get paired anyway, so I wouldn’t notice if one was orphaned unless my sock drawer had but one sock in it.
Neither. They go to the foster drawer until they can be suitably rehomed with their sibling. It’s like a halfway house. It’s near the two-sock drawer but…a foot away?
I used to use the apartment’s laundry room until it became too gross even for me. Almost every time I would do a batch I would check the washer and drier, and when I would sort out my clothes afterwards I would find a little half sock, whatever they’re called. I must’ve collected a dozen of them.