This mystery has been plaguing me since I got married.
Well you see, before I got married I never did any laundry so I didn’t even know that this problem existed.
The mystery of the disappearing socks.
Seriously. When I collect the laundry MYSELF and wash it MYSELF and then dry it MYSELF why is there always at least one orphan sock that does not have a brother (or a sister)?
Where do those socks go? Seriously people, WHERE?
The only theory I can think of is that there is a sock black hole in the washer or dryer that sucks the socks into a different dimension, and that black hole takes the socks to these peoples washing machines where these people are wondering :” Where the heck did this sock come from?”.
You know what would be nice? If these people only had one foot because they would appreciate the mystery sock. If they had two feet then they would be like, WTF, why did I get this one stupid sock.
Despite this conundrum I always hold out hope of reuniting those orphans with their siblings and that’s why I established a sock orphanage where all those lonely mate-less socks reside in the hope of them being some day reunited with their siblings.
But the sad truth is that based on very reliable statistics the probability of those socks being reunited with their siblings is slim to none.