I was sorting out my laundry the other day, and I was looking through the bucket of socks. You know the one, it's filled with socks that are missing their mate. You probably have a version of my 'bucket of socks' at your house. Anyway, that started me thinking.
Where do all these socks go?
Is this some sort of giant conspiracy, by the sock companies?
Do the dryers really eat the socks?
Is it aliens, having a very good time screwing with our minds by exchanging socks from one house to the next, while we are sleeping?
Are socks what the dust bunnies eat?
Oh, the complexities of thought on laundry day!
Then I remembered my new geo-friend green-socks. He had socks in his name! I bet he must know something! So the next time I saw him, I asked him if he knew where the sock-mates were. He was kind of mute on the subject, which leads me to believe that he must know something, but he's not talking. You have to be careful with the quiet ones. After we parted ways, I noticed he had left behind a slip of paper. This is what was on it:
N43 20. Blue Socks, Christmas Socks, Green Socks
W79 49.White Socks, Pink Socks, Red Socks
Those were the socks I was missing....he does know something! Maybe you could help me find them?
