Yesterday I washed a load of underwear and socks. When the washer finished, I listened to the little melody it played then I opened the dryer perched on top of it and transferred the load. When the dryer sang to tell me it had done its job, I took out the fresh clean warm clothes and neatly folded them so they would fit in the drawer and not sit around on my couch for all visitors to see. 

Unfortunately, when I got to the end of the pile, I had two unmatched socks left over. I didn’t dare put them together since one was plain white and the other had a Nike swoosh. That wouldn’t do at all. The one with the swoosh felt it was superior to the plain one and would have caused a commotion in the drawer and made all the correctly mated pairs uncomfortable. 

Perplexed, I bent way over and looked into the washer and saw the two mating socks were stuck to the top of the washer drum and had spent several hours wet and cold in there. Poor babies. I gently removed them and hung them over the edge of the counter to dry. They were going to have to wait for the next wash-dry cycle to get warm and fluffy like all the rest. 

After they dried, I moved them to the top of the clothes cabinet to wait, but I had to be certain they weren’t too close to each other to keep them from bickering and bullying.  

I guess I will have to be more diligent in the future when I empty the clothes washer to avoid conflicts.

Ken Kaiyala
06-05-2024