Sock

Last week during my twice a month visit to the laundry mat, I found something. I really hate doing laundry. And I especially hate doing laundry in a public place. But this specific day made the event a bit more enjoyable. Once all four loads were drying in the dryer, I happened to look up above the counter on a half wall behind the washers. I noticed something that looked familiar. A black sock. There are tons of black socks in the world. Really. There are. But it seems most people wear white socks. I only wear black socks. I do not know why I decided to pick the sock up to examine it. I usually try not to touch too many things at the laundry mat. But I did. And to my surprise, it happened to say "no nonsense" on it. Which is one of the same brands I have. I also happened to be missing one of my "no nonsense" socks. So I took it home with me! I know there is a chance it is not my sock. Which is why I am going to wash it thoroughly. But really? How could it not be my sock? It's definitely mine. And finding this sock brightened my day a little. Now only if I could find my little brown face towel I lost at the laundry mat...