\nI might just about have a working knowledge of doing laundry at the laundromat. Things like that don’t come naturally to me. More about that later.<\/p>\n
\nToday, back at my room putting the laundry away, I was wrapping up a pair of socks I’m familiar with. It’s a purposely faded design, meant to be irregular; therefore, when the socks didn’t exactly match, I still assumed they were a pair. Yet, they looked a little too different.<\/p>\n
\nI looked at the trim around the top: one had black, the other, navy. “They aren’t a pair,” I realized. Yet, a conundrum immediately presented: how could I explain the other sock, which wasn’t faded at all?<\/p>\n
\nI set the socks aside and resumed putting the other laundry away until I found the other faded one. That was the pair I knew and expected. Some time later, I encountered the match to the unfaded one. Sure enough, the unfaded socks, but with the same design as the faded ones, made a pair that, somehow, I’ve been unaware of at least for months. When I’ve seen them, usually in a rush, I’ve always imagined they belonged to the faded pair: until today, I’ve not seen the faded and unfaded pairs juxtaposed, so far as I recall.\n<\/p>\n