So, you open the sock drawer, expecting a mundane selection of cotton companions, and what do you find? A sock party gone rogue, that's what!
"Hey, have you seen my other half?" one sock yells at you. You look to your left, there's another sock, completely unaware of the existential crisis brewing.
Meanwhile, a lonely mismatched sock sits in the corner, whispering sweet nothings to a rogue lint ball. A true, tragic love story.
But, like, who even designed these drawers? I have questions about the geometry of sock storage. It's like they want to escape – elastic bands are never enough.