Losing my mind and socks.
Okay, so ready for the most random blog post ever?
SOCKS.
Why. Do they always end up missing when you do laundry?
I’m dead serious. When I take my clothes out of the washer, I basically all but crawl into it to make sure that there are no socks left behind.
Satisfied that there’s absolutely nothing in the washer, I carefully put everything into the dryer, making sure I don’t drop said socks along the way.
I happily put money into the dryer and go back upstairs to my apartment to wait for it to be done. After the 30 minutes are up, I go back down and scoop up all my clothes in my laundry bag. Again – I all but crawl into the machine to make sure nothing’s left behind.
And there never is. I’m 100% sure of it.
So WHY when I go to fold and put away my clothes (yes, I’m a pretty neat person) do I, without fail, end up missing a sock?
There’s always one lonely sock that no longer has its partner, and it makes me sad that I have no use for it anymore…because it’s still a pretty good sock. But the problem is I have two feet. (That being said, I’m very thankful for said ‘problem’).
I actually don't wear hanes, but you get the picture. Literally.
There’s a few explanations I’ve come up with in my head, and I’d like to explain to you why (I think) this happens.
A) The Borrowers are real. And a mini Tom Felton is running around your laundry machines, snatching up your socks. I’m not 100% against this, because that is a fantastic movie, and I’d be honored if Tom Felton (aka Draco Malfoy) was stealing my socks.
B) There is someone really evil and or creepy, that goes down to the laundry machine, and takes one of my socks (either in the washer or the dryer phase) because they know it royally confuses/angers me and or have a sock fetish.
C) Maybe I sleepwalk and hide my socks on myself.
D) I could have some how missed a sock, even with my extremely thorough care not to.
Clearly, option A stands as the most logical choice.
But still. The world may never know.
