The Sadsock Truth

There is a shopping bag behind the laundry door. It has a special purpose: the answer to that eternal, infernal question: Where do unmatched socks go?

bb-tsst1I once read that they end up sunning themselves on the beaches of Tanzania. Why not? We now know that flip-flops of the world escape to Kenya’s Kiwaiyu island. So it’s not difficult to imagine a soggy sock, in the despairing depths of a dreary sock marriage (and a job that’s more than a little on the nose), slipping down the washing-machine outlet pipe, away from its unsuspecting laundry dance partner, and out into the wide wonderful ocean. And then, finding itself on some idyllic distant shore, being swept off its feet foot, so to speak, by a sock mismatch made in heaven – ‘Shirley Valentine for Socks’. Sigh…

bb-tsst3But the truth, I fear, is as dull as wash-water – missing socks, it appears, lie so near, yet so far from their perfect match somewhere in the bowels of the dark sock-drawers of their myopic owners. In our household, these sad singles end up in the bag behind the laundry door, invariably, not far from their original sock suitors.

Time for me to go and match-make.

bb-tsst2For other hated household chores, see The Daily Post.

31 thoughts on “The Sadsock Truth

  1. This has to be one of the mysteries of life! I’m sure someone comes into my laundry at night just to steal one sock. Maybe there is a vortex built into every washing machine and socks travel between machines just to send us all nuts. If I ever solve this problem I’ll let you know (and make a million dollars in the process) ;)

    • A sock wormhole, haha. Try the bag trick – when it gets full, tip them out onto a table (in very bright light, ;-) ) – I think you’ll find they all have rightful partners :)

  2. Oh no, it’s got absolutely nothing to do with running off to tropical islands. There are alien ships circling our atmosphere and as soon as the machine goes into final spin cycle, they pop down here to pinch that odd sock out your machine. I hear they wear them on their heads.

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