If there’s one thing that constantly irritates me it’s doing laundry and discovering yet another missing sock.
Seriously, folks. What the hell happens to socks in the laundry? I make every effort to ensure that when socks go into the washing machine, they go in as pairs. Yet, time and time again, by the time they’ve come out of the dryer, a sock (or three) is missing.
At least a few times a month, I spend about a half an hour going through the “sock pile” on the table next to the washer and dryer in order to match pairs. It’s quite funny, actually; the satisfaction one gets when a pair is made. (That, or my life is pretty boring right now, I’m not sure which.)
Perhaps you don’t have such a sock pile? Not sure what it looks like? Allow me to demonstrate:
No matter what I do, I cannot seem to shrink this pile. Today I made eight sets of socks happy. Eight!
It’s the little things, right?