Socks!
My sock drawer is filled to overflowing. Each morning I stand before the open drawer vainly searching for a pair of matching socks. Clearly, some malevolent magician is sneaking into my room nightly and using my socks to practice making things disappear. What else could possibly explain a full sock drawer without a single matching sock?
Of course, with the faith of a true believer, I never discard a sock simply because it has no mate. "Waste Not, Want Not" was firmly impressed into my thought patterns by parents and grandparents who survived the Great Depression of 1929. I simply know that the missing socks will return to my sock drawer some day, and I dutifully retain the singles in anticipation of the day that the errant mates will return, reuniting in the true love that matching socks must surely bear for their mates!
In the meantime, I will wear boots instead of shoes....
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