Missing Socks and Memories!

This morning I was putting on a sweat jacket when I found that I could not get my arm inserted.  I found a sock had managed to make its way into the arm while it was in the wash.  This reminded me of an argument my late wife and I had years ago.

One day Linda came to me and announced that she needed new socks, that she simply did not have any socks left.  I was surprised by this since I knew she had three dresser drawers full of socks (Linda was something of a sockoholic—I have no idea how many hundreds I donated to Goodwill after she passed). I asked:

“Are you sure?  I know there are three drawers full of your socks.”

“Yes, but none of them match!”

“You have three drawers of socks and none of them match!  What happened to the missing socks?”

“The washing machine ate them! Everyone knows washing machines eat socks!”

I must say, in her defense, that she was not lying—she truly believed that the washing machine was capable of eating socks.

I continued:

“No, washing machines cannot eat socks! If even one sock got into the pipes, they would stop working.  There must be matching socks in your drawers.”

“Well, there aren’t.”

I then spent four hours sorting through hundreds of socks until I found that there was a match for every sock in her drawer.

The things you remember.

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