Last autumn, a sock went missing in the wash.
I hung its mate up in the laundry room, not wishing to give up on it, as it was a nearly brand-new pair of socks.
Over the past few months, I've cleaned behind the washer and dryer and all around the area where my laundry baskets collect dirty clothes, but to no avail. The missing sock didn't turn up.
Well, it had to be SOMEWHERE, so I left the mate hanging in the laundry room.
The explanation of this requires you to understand that I have several pairs of sheets, flannel for winter and cotton for summer. Just today, as I switched a lighter-weight set of sheets onto the bed, the missing sock tumbled out of the pocket of the fitted sheet -- a sheet which had been washed and put away last autumn.
My life feels more complete now. :)