It’s unavoidable.

Last Tuesday, I decided to finally tackle my laundry pile, which had grown so tall I half-expected it to start charging rent. I sorted everything meticulously, only to realize I had somehow misplaced my favorite pair of socks—those that always seemed to pop up right when I needed them most. After an hour of searching, I resigned myself to fate and tossed in a mismatched pair. As I was folding the freshly washed clothes, I opened the dryer and, lo and behold, there were my elusive socks, nestled snugly next to a lone tennis ball and a rubber chicken I had forgotten I owned.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Here I was, a grown adult, who had lost a battle against laundry and was now in a bizarre love triangle with a rubber chicken and a tennis ball. I mean, if my socks were going to play hide-and-seek, they could’ve at least invited the chicken to join in!