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Date: 20 February 2007 16:58:35
Once there was a man and his wife, and they had a missing sock problem. No matter how hard they tried, their socks would vanish; spread about by pestilence laundry loads being split, radiators in different parts of the house, the wind snatching them from unsuspecting washing lines. You know how it is for socks.
The odd socks were shoved into the bottom of the sock drawer and forgotten about. Most were never seen again.
Until one day, after purchasing a really nifty clothes sorting thing from Ikea, the man had a brain wave. 'We could use one of these compartments as a Sock Reunion Home!' he exclaimed. And so it was done. Whenever a sock came back alone, it would go into the Sock Reunion Home, and expectantly wait a week (or so...) til the next load of laundry got done, and it might meet its mate once more.
One day a huge load of laundry was done. Never had its like been seen. The washing machine went all day, and the radiators dried the socks so admirably. At the end of the day, a huge harvest of socks was collected on the great plain of the Bed to be matched.
The socks from the sock reunion drawer were taken out, and matched with their mates. All were restored to the Great Compartment of the Complete Socks, to be happily worn on the feet of husband and wife. And there was great rejoicing.
But some socks had not waited expectantly. They had actually let themselves get really shabby, and a bit full of holes. And they were cast into the Bin, to be put out next bin night.
"And so shall it be for all of us. For if we do not wait expectantly but instead let ourselves go our own way, we may be cast aside. But if we do wait expectantly, we shall see the Great Compartment of Blessed Reunion, in the Master's service forevermore.'