Our truck eats socks
You know that apparently worldwide phenomenon about clothes dryers ‘eating’ single socks? Well, I think it’s contagious – and it mutates.
We bought our first new vehicle in thirty years last summer… it’s a beautiful Ford F150:

The culprit. Beautiful, with a little streak of evil.
So everything was going along just fine for several months. Then one day, as I headed the few miles into town to the store, I slipped my iPod out of its handspun, hand-knitted sock and put the sock in the console. I plugged in the iPod to pick up where I left off on my audio book. So far, so good. Now fast forward just a bit; I pull in the drive and disconnect the iPod. But wait – where’s its sock?
I searched high and low for that thing. It wasn’t a great work of art, but I’d knitted it from Kool-Aid dyed yarn that I’d spun and Navajo-plied during the state fair demonstration last year. It’s not bad for ‘demonstration yarn’, and I rather liked it. I have no idea how it could have been lost so completely in a dark pickup interior, but there it was. Actually, there it wasn’t!
After a few weeks of sporadic looking, I gave up and started knitting a new one. For this one, I used most of the background colors from my Ithilien Brocade Jacket, holding two strands together and changing colors one strand at a time for a more gradual color shift. When it was finished, I found the perfect glass button. This one pleased me as much as the last one. (I’m easily pleased.)
Then one day, as I headed the few miles into town to the store, I slipped my iPod out of its hand-knitted sock and put the sock in the console. I plugged in the iPod to pick up where I left off on my audio book. So far, so good. Now fast forward just a bit; I pull in the drive and disconnect the iPod. But wait – where’s its sock?
Aaack!! That’s crazy!
And now, the real kicker. After a few days of fruitless searching, I asked my DH if he had seen it. Well, no, but – “Hey, is this yours?” and he holds up the FIRST sock!
He said he’d found it a while back in one of the door pockets, but *I* think the truck spit it back up after it ate the second one. And it looks more faded and worn than the last time I had it, too…
<She exits, humming the theme to “Twilight Zone”>
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