They must have been planning this for months now. Today was the big break out. The great escape. Exactly how they pulled it off i don't know but I'm going to keep a sharper eye out these next few days. One of my socks has escaped!
I can maybe see how this would work in a large load of laundry. Get lost in the crowd - edge towards the door unnoticed - then dash for it! Nope. I travel light when I go to Chicago, which means mid week laundry. (ok, so this isn't everything, TMI for the Internets). But, point being here....small load. I don't know what just one sock does out on the road without its mate. I guess the need for freedom supersedes that of companionship. We've all seen them - the lone sock, destitute, sodden, soiled and usually run over with tire treads. An unhappy end for sure. And we always wonder "Who was it that lost this? - And...are they still hopping?"
Well, I'm thinking that it isn't so much lost as it's a getaway. And you never seem to see a pair of socks squished in the gutter. Always just one.
Then upon closer inspection of the sock-left-behind it dawned on me. "Smart Wool". Of course! That explains it. These aren't your ordinary socks. They're smart wool. And being smart, one of them made a break for it. Well, I'm smarter than my sock, or so I hope. I'm going to sit up all night by my sock drawer and wait. Then we'll see whose wool is so smart!
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