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.
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.
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..