One black and grey sock. Hand knit. Lonely.
It looks like this, except finished.
Last seen: passenger-side floorboard of B’s SUV. [Yes, I know that is not the best place to keep a sock, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. How was I supposed to know B was going to clean the car out and move it?]
Possible locations: Garage. House. Bermuda Triangle.
I’m really starting to think that there is some kind of Bermuda Triangle phenomenon going on in B’s garage. And I think cleaning out his car triggers this phenomenon.
Until recently, this phenomenon was focused on electronic items, but here recently it has extended to handknit items.
Obviously, there’s only one solution to stop this phenomenon from recurring.
He’s GOT to stop cleaning out his car.
I’ll bet it’s hanging out with a pair of cameras just laughing their asses off at me.
It also applies to pocket knives.
Keep the loose end tied to your belt loop next time. That should do it.
I thought I left one earlier about how the sock is probably hanging out with 2 cameras and they’re all laughing their asses off at me.
Well, if you wouldn’t clean out your car…