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Written by Gypsy
Wednesday, 17 September 2008 |
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I know you've all experienced at least one of these things.
1. You go looking for them and they're not where they're supposed to be.
2. You find one, and the other is inexplicably missing.
3. You wash some clothes and there's always one less item than you put in.
4. You find one, and then discover one more, but they look nothing alike!
I'm talking about Socks ladies and gentlemen, and not the Red ones.
I'm beginning to be convinced that Mr. Pratchett's sock eating creature* really does
exist. I'd always known I think, deep down inside, that my socks were never
really 'lost'. They were Stolen. Eaten. Disposed Of. I must have missed the *bingle
bingle* when it chimed into existence (I was most probably looking for something, a sock
perhaps?), but it's most definitely real.
I have found a few beautiful sock stores here, devoted to enhancing the beauty of those
overly used appendages. Glittery socks, half-socks, socks with little slots for your
toes, socks you can wear with your thongs (flip-flops for you non-Aussies), foot bands
to enhance the beauty of your shoes, socks with anklets attached....
It's sock heaven, and so invariably, I have made a few purchases, only to find that
perhaps 2 weeks later, the amount of socks actually sitting in the sock drawer has
decreased exponentially! I know I have at least 15 pairs of socks, but why is it I can
find only one matching pair -dirty (of course), and 3 odd socks?
What other explanation could there be?
I live alone, so there's no sister to fight with over clothes, and no sock-pilfering
room-mate. I live on the 4th floor, so no-one is stealing my socks from the clothesline
(as has been rumoured to happen).
Does anyone have the answer?
Or am I doomed to wander forever one-socked or barefoot, always searching?
And on another note:
Why do some things (ie. keys, scissors, and safety pins) just wink out of existence
right after you've put them down?
Gypsy
*see/read The Hogfather
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