It’s a question that seems to have plagued mankind for many years. Where do lost socks go?
We never seem to lose them in pairs. Just as single socks. Leaving behind it’s one lonely partner, with no real sense of purpose since it’s mate has gone.
Today is Lost Sock Memorial Day. A day to pay tribute to all the single socks that have been left behind and perhaps find other purposes for them.
But where do they go? This has been a question that has plagued mankind for many years. Some people suspect that maybe there is a hidden place somewhere in the washer or dryer where socks go to hide. Or maybe there is some unknown creature that hides near the laundry somewhere and sneaks out to grab the odd sock and run away with it.
I have lost very few socks, to be honest. But I am very careful with my socks, mostly because I hate to have odd socks. So I tend to check them going in and coming out. There has been the odd occasion when a sock has gone astray. But I usually spot it running past being carried by a cat. Strangely, the dog doesn’t seem to have much interest in sock stealing. Cats, on the other hand, seem to enjoy the game.
But on those occasions when an odd sock appears, I usually keep it around for a while. Just in case the other decides to return. Or incase a second pair suffers a similar fate, allowing two strangers to get together.
After a period of time, the generally become dust rags around my place. There is even a container where single socks go to retire.
There are other things they can be used for. Sock puppets, for instance. Or maybe a sock monkey. Fill them with beans and build a corn hole game. Fill them with rice to make a door stop. Turn them into shew toys for pets, although that may encourage said pets in the theft of socks, so I’m not sure that is a good idea. Or maybe just give up on the idea of wearing matched pairs of socks and just keep wearing them, no matter what.
Just because their partner has gone missing doesn’t mean they can’t have a valuable life after such an event.
So here’s to the lost socks, where ever they may be. Some day maybe we’ll discover the secret of where they go.