How to inescapably imprison your socks on laundry day.
Buy a “sweater bag” in which to wash your “sweaters.” Let the socks know that the bag is for “sweaters.” On laundry day, sneak up on the dirty socks and capture all of them. You may need some backup for this part. Stuff them in the “sweater” bag whilst laughing hysterically at your success and their weeping and lamentation at the loss of their freedom and wayward travels to other dimensions through the washing machine portals. Toss the bag in the wash with whatever you usually put in that load. Dry the load, and then carefully escort the socks to their drawer and lock ‘em up there in neat, folded (or turned in on themselves) pairs.
I haven’t lost a single sock since 1997.
I was so exicted to find this that I ran out at lunch and did some laundry to show my socks who was boss.
Unfortunately, one sweater now is missing a sleeve and the other is missing its waistband.
Apparently, the socks were telling secrets while waiting for the tub to fill.
Pardon me, are you certain you are dealing with sane socks?
I'll wager that I will have a dream about socks this week.
I shouldn't have said anything.
Now, I'm caught in a black hole, and I can't get out...
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