As part of a full load, I can put into the washer 6 complete pairs of in-tact, women’s socks.
By the time I pull them from the dryer I have 4 socks that match based on color only, 3 socks that could match based on size (depending on how far you stretch them), 2 socks with holes in the toe and 1 with a hole in the heel, 1 men’s sock, 2 pairs that could go together, if you don’t mind stripes vs. plaid.......and 3 bobby pins.
Don’t get me wrong, I love surprises; but I prefer my surprises to come in the form of a sudden drop in gas prices, an unexpected visit from an old friend or a $5 bill found in the pocket of a winter jacket.
This experience is more like one of those games at a county fair midway where you pay to play the game, hoping for a signed 8x10 glossy of Lori Morgan and you walk away with a knock-off nightlight with a unicorn on it - one that will likely burn your house down if you give it the opportunity.
Terribly mismatched socks or a unicorn nightlight fire hazard......No one wants that, even for their worst enemy.
