There's a cave somewhere on Gibraltar that is full of mate-less socks.
I just know there is.
...and gloves, I am always missing one of my gloves.
I am sorry, you are wrong about the socks. There is a sock dimension where all the socks go, there is a alternate earth in that dimension and the socks end up in their dryers. They are constantly ending up with an odd sock.The sock dimension only works one way and that is from us to them. I am working now on a computer model to prove the existence of the sock dimension and Al Gore has asked me to keep him posted on my progress, something about sock credits, I never did fully grasp what he was talking about.