Ever wondered why there's only one shoe in the road? You know what I mean. You're driving down the freeway and right there in the middle of road is one shoe. You never find a pair. It's only one. And how did it get there? Did it simply fly off the wearer's foot or did an enraged boyfriend or girlfriend throw it out of the window?
These are the things I think about. I'm sure there's a government study underway to get to the bottom of this important phenomenon.
As pressing as the shoe issue is, it's not the point of this commentary. I come to you on this day to talk about The Great Sock Miracle of 2013.
A few weeks ago I was doing laundry and ended up with one black ankle-high athletic sock all by its lonesome in the laundry basket. The poor thing's mate was nowhere to be found.
When this sort of thing happens I usually toss the wayward sock after the next round of laundry. Not this one. For some reason I had a feeling deep down in my soul that this sock's partner would someday return.
So I waited.
The laundry cycle repeated itself several more times and still no sign of my sock's mate. The poor thing just sat atop my dresser, gathering dust. My girlfriend started out by asking, "Why are you keeping that sock?" to "How long are you going to keep that sock around?" And then it became, "Why do I have to keep looking at that stupid sock?"
I was not going to be swayed. I believed that the other sock would return. I felt it. I knew it. I was steadfast in my confidence that like the Monarch butterfly migrates back from Mexico and as the swallows return to Capistrano, this humble black Starter brand sock would come back to its mate.
It was Wednesday, May 2nd, when the Great Sock Miracle of 2013 occurred. A late cold snap blew through the Metroplex and because of that I decided to put on a flannel shirt. It was one of those completely routine moments. Nothing special.
And then it happened. There on the floor appeared a single, black athletic sock. I picked it up and went to the dresser and saw that yes indeed the solo sock I'd found in the laundry weeks before was still there, waiting. And this was its partner.
I held a sock in each hand and I raised them over my head. "Reunited! I am vindicated."
The Great Sock Miracle of 2013 was complete.
The socks are back together, as they should be. My faith was rewarded.
And the world is a better place.
That's what I'm thinking.