Socks, Socks, My Kingdom for a Sock

When I was growing up, we had what we called “The Orphan Pile” in the laundry room.  It was a bunch of my father’s socks.  He always bought black socks, same brand, all looked alike.

Then they got washed.

And some would get eaten by the dryer or the washer.  Or maybe the cats or dogs.

So they would go into the orphan pile with the hope of eventually find the missing sock.  Somehow, despite all starting out in the same color and same brand, they emerged from the washer mutated and none of them would ever have mates again.

What the heck does the dryer do with them?

2 thoughts on “Socks, Socks, My Kingdom for a Sock

  1. Pagadan July 3, 2018 / 8:09 pm

    Have you ever thrown a sock away because you couldn’t find the mate–and then you do.

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    • Linda Maye Adams July 8, 2018 / 6:34 pm

      No. Once the mate’s gone, it disappears into the Bermuda Triangle, never to be seen again.


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