Awwww dammit. I hate stray socks. You know, the lonely sock that doesn’t seem to have a mate. Worse, I hate having two stray socks and no clean ones. This means I have to wear two mismated socks. Since one is usually fluffier than the other you always feel like you’re walking lopsided. It’s not that bad though. I’m just thankful that you can’t mismatch underwear. Can you imagine what that’d be like? One side riding up all the time….oh the HORROR!