There used to be a small plastic bag in our house that held some odd socks. Over the years, that plastic bag morphed into a bigger cloth bag and I noticed lately that even that bag couldn’t hold them and so they have progressed to a basket. It was always something of a mystery to me how half the socks managed to disappear between the time they went into the washing machine and the time they came in from the washing line.
I worked overseas for a year and I had an apartment to myself and I never lost a sock. Whatever I put into the machine came back out and nothing disappeared. So I came to the conclusion that there could be only one explanation. My wife was selling odd socks to the Russians.
The Evidence.
When I thought about it the signs were there all along. I saw her drinking vodka one time and she asked me about the Russian athletes during the Olympic Games. I also know that she watched Doctor Zhivago on TV. Now it’s just a matter of catching her in the act.
U never did your washing the people in the army camp never lost your socks?
I actually lost a clothes horse full of clothes. Had them out on the balcony during a sudden mini hurricane and the whole thing was last seen heading out over the Buffer Zone towards Syria.
Is it your underwear hanging as a sail here in Stockholm?
That’s it. If you get a chance will you collect it for me. It should be clean by now.
I purchase socks by the pack all the same style and colour. Therefore never know when one is missing until I run out, then go and buy another pack. Problem solved. How is it going Trev long time no hear from you
That’s a stroke of genius. From now on all the socks will be the same. Not too bad, Pat, laid up with the back recently but can’t complain.