A Sock

A sock

I’m single. Been single so long that when I say just how long I receive a raised eyebrow and a look of suspicion. Of course I haven’t been dateless for all that time. There have been quite a few blokes that have come and gone. Funny thing about dating today; its like fireworks, there is an initial spark, you both shoot straight up in the air, and then there is an explosion, and it’s as if there was never anything there.

Then one day you’re doing laundry, in my case I was washing towels. I wash them once in a blue moon because I have so many, and why wash them until I have absolutely no towels left. So here I am standing at the dryer folding my towels fresh out of the dryer; because this is the only way I will actually put them away, and I come across this solo brown sock. Obviously the remnants of a previous relationship gone KABLAAM! I stare at this sock dangling in my hand and think for a minute whose sock is this?

I’m quickly calculating the last time I washed my towels and adding up the number of fireworks that occurred in my life during that time to arrive at the Vegas London twirler. The arrival of this sock could not be at a worse time; since I was still smoking from the dynamite invention cracker. I’m staring at this sock and come to the conclusion that there have been at least three firecrackers in my life since the last time I washed towels. 3!

Rather than dwelling on this number and what this pattern may be saying about me. I decide I must dispose of said sock immediately. Now what to do with it? I instantly hide the sock back in the dryer better to not be faced with it until I know what to do with it.

Do I fling it off the balcony on to the street?

No a bum may pick it up and start wearing it and then I’d see the bum everyday with the sock. No, no, not a good idea.

Do I throw it down the trash shoot?

No the door is broken and it may fly back up.

I could put it in a bag with my other trash.

No it’d be mingled with my trash forever haunting me.

Do I mail it back to the owner?

Ha. Nevermind.

Do I walk downtown and throw it in a public dumpster and run away before I see which bum picked it up?

No then I will be afraid of any bum in brown socks.

Do I walk down to the water and put a heavy rock in the sock and throw it out into the water?

Yes, Yes!!!! I think this just may work. No brown socks, No brown socks.

Sponsored by EnterTo.com the first REAL spam free email

Click Below to discover and share content from anywhere on the web

This Single Girl's Life

A Sock