The Lonely Sock

“Ever wonder what happens to the stray sock? I mean we put them all in the wash but at least once a month, one goes missing.”

“No, dear, I can’t say as I’ve ever thought about it more than just what you’ve said. Eat your breakfast, it’s getting cold.”

“Well, it’s a concerning problem that I wish more people would consider.”

“Oh, we will, Hon. The day’s still young. Pass the salt please.”

“I’m serious. I mean, what if there’s some global conspiracy by the textile industry to compel us to buy more socks because they’ve created a fabric that just disappears into thin air?” He snapped his fingers. “Like that!”

“Yeah, what if? Need more juice?”

“No I’m good. No, no, hear me out. I mean, look at Big Pharma, Big Sugar, Big Green, and Big Oil. They all do things to make you buy their stuff, right?”

“Big Sugar?”

“Cereals, snacks, junk food. Ok, roll with me on this. Why not Big Textile or Big Cloth?”

“You have a point there. By the way, I found your Stray Sock of the Month on the upper inside of the washer. It was hiding for sure but I mixed it in with the dark clothes in the dryer so it gets out on the town a bit more. Hope you didn’t mind. You’ll thank me later.”