Larger than lint

I’ve never quite believed that there’s an alternate dimension which occasionally swallows up a single sock, but what other explanation is there?

Research has been proposed:

Maybe it was my idea to end the plight of the refugee sock orphans? All I suggested was that we take a picture of every sock orphan and tape them to the sides of all the laundry hampers and baskets. Like they used to do on milk cartons. Let’s face it. Laundry for 7 means a LOT of hampers and baskets! Then, if no family members were found, we could decide their fates as needed.

Personal observation suggests that sock orphans increase with the square of the number of sock wearers on the premises, so if I lose one sock a year, they lose one just about every week. Come to think of it, I haven’t lost one this year, though I can think of two that could probably be dropped into the rag bag. Do they match? Not a chance.


1 comment

  1. fillyjonk »

    12 April 2012 · 8:58 am

    The only socks I “lose” seem to be the little white athletic socks I buy in packs of 12. Then again, I don’t care that much about them, so that might be why. They also tend to be the only socks that I actually wear out.

    My handknit socks, if I can’t pair a set up after doing laundry, I immediately start turning slacks inside out and stuff and looking (often static makes a lone sock snuggle up in a pantsleg in the dryer).

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