Sock terror come true

Oh no! I lost a sock!


And I’ve been so careful, checking the machines carefully before I leave. The sock is probably fell out of my laundry bag somewhere between my house and college laundry room. That’s a 500 m trek.

My poor sock, lost in the wilderness of Cambridge.


  1. Will says:

    Oh no, the poor sock it’s now single and lonely 🙁

    On another note, don’t know if you remember me or not but we used to attend the same maths class in Mt Waverly many years ago.

  2. Dan says:

    I am possibly the worst person for losing socks. Personally I think I have a sock thief following me around on a daily basis just waiting for me to step foot into a laundry. Laundromats would send me broke in all of the new socks that I would definitely need to buy.. Unless there is someone else, just as bad with socks there and I could pick up what they left behind..

    I’m sure that the sock is now living single and fancy free, about to step out into the big wide world..

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