Where does the other sock ever go? Is there a sock black hole?
There is a dark energy hiding deep inside dryers that scientist learned about years ago but refused to speak about. To dry out socks has been something that we have been wondering how to do for millennia. I believe it's a matter of cleaning the lint trap every 5th Tuesday of the month.
Since reading this book in my teens I've fervently believed this is also where the single socks gou:
Douglas Adams "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy"
“Somewhere in the cosmos, he said, along with all the planets inhabited by humanoids, reptiloids, fishoids, walking treeoids and superintelligent shades of the color blue, there was also a planet entirely given over to ballpoint life forms. And it was to this planet that unattended ballpoints would make their way, slipping away quietly through wormholes in space to a world where they knew they could enjoy a uniquely ballpointoid lifestyle, responding to highly ballpoint-oriented stimuli, and generally leading the ballpoint equivalent of the good life.
And as theories go this was all very fine and pleasant until Veet Voojagig suddenly claimed to have found this planet, and to have worked there for a while driving a limousine for a family of cheap green retractables, whereupon he was taken away, locked up, wrote a book and was finally sent into tax exile, which is the usual fate reserved for those who are determined to make fools of themselves in public.”
I have several black holes. One is in the washer (not the dryer, as someone erroneously claimed), one is under the couch, one is in the floor of my closet in one of my bedrooms, and the last is in the other bedroom, location unknown.
I know for sure that black holes are portals and transfers can be made. For example, I lost a white dress and could find in nowhere. I searched the closet in the bedroom several times--nada. Then, one day, there it lay.
If I were religious, I would have claimed it a miracle, but I used science to explain the "miracle." A pair of black boots also disappeared and could be found NOWHERE; then, they showed up in the other bedroom. I have a reliable informant who told me that my cat, wearing the boots, entered the portal under the couch, lost the boots in the other universe, but somehow, the boots found their way back home.
And, of course, a cat would be involved. They know.
Since I do my own laundry and it doesn't mix with anyone else's, I never lose socks (for long). I may fidn a sock tht statioclly clung to the iside of clothing or a fitted sheet, but if I have an odd sock, I jus tput aside and the missign one alwasy turns up.