
Shared Joy said:It's good to have fun!
Here's another joke with socks and other personal belongings:
Grandpa asking his nephew:
Johnny, what's the name of that German guy who uses to hide my socks and keys?
Alzheimer, grandpa!
Oh thank you for sharing that joke! My grandparents loved jokes and we always shared new ones every time we saw each other. They would have gotten a big kick out of that one and shared it with all their friends. Brought back some great memories :DPeam said:MusicMan said:Hi all, and thanks for all the responses, I had a laugh with some of them, especially George Carlin's skits. So, anyway, to continue the saga, I found the other sock, it never made it to the wash. OK, so far, still no sign of that white bra I put in the washing machine, and my wife has accounted for both of her white bras, so what the ... did I put in the washing machine? Mystery.
You've just reminded me that I had a similar experience with socks last week. I only wear black socks so they're all the same. I have a habit of counting stuff so I know how many pegs to put in my pocket to peg out. I counted 12 socks, pegged them on the line counting as I put them on. Only 11 socks!
I hunted high and low for that sock, looked in and spun the washing machine drum about 5 times, went outside and counted the 11 socks about 3 times. A couple of days later I happened to move the laundry basket in the upstairs bathroom, and there it was behind the basket!
MusicMan said:I put it down to high strangeness, and commented to my wife that maybe they had ended up in another dimension.
:D It seems that some socks are ready to graduate after a certain amount of spinning, others, not.
MusicMan said:Since we were talking about things that are highly strange, it happened again yesterday.
Not with the washing, but with the electrics.
I walked barefoot into the bathroom (in the dark as I usually do) and my foot hit something, so I turned on the light - it didn't work - so I turned on the infra red (Tastic heater) and spotted this light globe on the floor which I had kicked.
The glass part had come adrift from the metal which holds it into the socket, and simply fell out. The glass was intact after falling onto the tiles from that height, and the metal part was still in the socket. I was quite thankful that it hadn't broken, for being barefoot I might have done myself some damage. I have never seen this happen before!
So, another repair job is in order. General Law?