Over time, I have been phasing out all of the different types and styles of socks in my collection with few exceptions. In my line of work, we are required to wear black or blue socks. I have opted for black.
They match with everything mostly and are covered by pants and shoes.
Sometimes I think my dryer has a conection to another dimension that has a vested interest in them. I took a picture of the inside of the menace and there appears to be a sinister face inside.
Is this a tongue? Do socks suffer silently here before they disappear?
I scratch my head at the complexities of it all. Why do we collect hard to mate socks and where do they go? To add to the possibilities, I may have contributed to the missing socks at different times in my life.
I will be relived when I get to the bottom of this. I have ordered all my socks to be vigilant and go about in pairs but they are independent sorts and wander where they will. If you have any idea where the missing socks go, I really would like to hear them in the comments.