Deal 1295: On toes

One more hole, must be time to darn a pile.

Something is eating socks, and not the usual way. They alway return from the dreaded laundry room. But they don’t last long before they need surgery at heel and toe.

If I don’t keep after them, they might as well be called frankensocks.

Time to set a trap.

A time lapse camera watching the sock pile ought to be informative.

And what it reveals is that the socks lead a wild nightlife when we aren’t looking.

I never saw the intruder, but someone set up a disco ball, and the socks all danced. Danced like there was no tomorrow. Danced their golden toes off. Danced until their double-knit was single.


Deal 1292: Slippery

The keep making phones waterproof, but that isn’t the real problem. They need to make them butterproof.

This is the third one I’ve lost this month.

They get the least bit of butter on them, and then there’s no way to keep a good grip. It just slips right away.

This one got into the pancake batter. I didn’t notice until it was on the grill.

The last one got into a batch of bread. Broke a customer’s tooth. Could have been worse, at least the battery didn’t explode in the oven.

Butterproofing. That is where the future advancements are needed.