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?
Rainbow iPod sock… the first victim.
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.)
8-color iPod sock – gone, but not forgotten!
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”>
My sister in first grade was doing schoolwork at home. She had to answer yes or no to various questions depending on if they were possible or not. One of the questions was: ‘The truck ate a sock.’ Naturally, she answered no, but I was convinced that a truck could indeed eat a sock. After reading this, I see that I was right! Thanks for posting!