Ah, the age-old problem of the missing sock. It's a scourge upon society, a plague that afflicts us all. And now, it seems, the washer has joined the ranks of the sock-napping culprits.
Our dear friend, Jane, reports that her favorite fleece jacket has vanished in the wash. She's tried everything: matching the washer's cycle to her mood, whispering sweet nothings to the dryer, even bribing the lint trap with a few stray coins. But to no avail. The fleece is gone, leaving her with nothing but a faint scent of despair.
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