Also, your sock was up inside your clothes
('cause I can find more important things to think about than clothing) and falls out somewheres in public and some courteous soul picks it up and offers it back to you, ''You dropped your sock, Lady''.
And again, I've found missing socks BEHIND the dryer. How they came to be there is beyond me. There must be a backdoor in the dryer that socks know about and I don't. As you can see, I'm sock-cursed...I do like them and wear them all the time...even with sandals....keeps the mud from between your toes.