Socks
Today I was finally putting away my socks. I have strange sock habits because I need to make sure they are the exact same sock and worn about the same. So when I put away my socks, it usually takes awhile and this is why I wait so long to do it. Once, in junior high I coded my socks to make it easier. I wrote, on the bottom of each sock, a letter and number. The letter was to designate the brand of sock and the letter was to designate the match. So two socks were 1A and two were 1B and so and so forth.
Anyway, enough about my strange habits. The point is that I was putting away my socks and when I got to the very end I had one sock left. I was thinking, "Oh great, the dryer ate ANOTHER sock and now I only have one left." But then I realized that there was something different about this sock. It was much bigger than the other socks and therefore, NOT MY SOCK!! I was most definitely a man's sock. I find this very eerie and I am not sure how it came about in MY laundry. At least I know it was clean.
Anyway, enough about my strange habits. The point is that I was putting away my socks and when I got to the very end I had one sock left. I was thinking, "Oh great, the dryer ate ANOTHER sock and now I only have one left." But then I realized that there was something different about this sock. It was much bigger than the other socks and therefore, NOT MY SOCK!! I was most definitely a man's sock. I find this very eerie and I am not sure how it came about in MY laundry. At least I know it was clean.