I remember that every year in college just after winter we had a collection for mismatched gloves or mittens. We got students, the city, everybody to donate any singles that they had, and we had a great old time sorting through them to make matched pairs to give to the local shelters for next winter.
Only problem was that very late that night, we tended to get a bit punchy and kept trying to relax the standards for what made up a match. As in, “Hey, does contrast count?” or “This one has a rabbit and that one has a dog, can we call them a set?”
Then there was the one year when we found what were obviously a hand-knitter’s discards. One with three fingers and a thumb, one with two thumbs, one that was perhaps designed for a moose with neither thumbs nor fingers.
Those went to the humane society to turn into pet toys, as did any others that weren’t in great shape or had no earthly risk of ever finding a match.
Valis616 over 14 years ago
Sole mates?
Yukoneric over 14 years ago
It’s a shoe in…………
Digital Frog over 14 years ago
I just found a hole in mine, d@rn it anyway…
wxman927 over 14 years ago
Awww…and still warm from the dryer.
fredbuhl over 14 years ago
They’re footloose now!
bmonk over 14 years ago
My answer for missing socks: quantum tunneling!
afeeney over 14 years ago
I remember that every year in college just after winter we had a collection for mismatched gloves or mittens. We got students, the city, everybody to donate any singles that they had, and we had a great old time sorting through them to make matched pairs to give to the local shelters for next winter.
Only problem was that very late that night, we tended to get a bit punchy and kept trying to relax the standards for what made up a match. As in, “Hey, does contrast count?” or “This one has a rabbit and that one has a dog, can we call them a set?”
Then there was the one year when we found what were obviously a hand-knitter’s discards. One with three fingers and a thumb, one with two thumbs, one that was perhaps designed for a moose with neither thumbs nor fingers.
Those went to the humane society to turn into pet toys, as did any others that weren’t in great shape or had no earthly risk of ever finding a match.