From the department of utterly random…
Balling your socks…I am all for it. You know, the process whereby you line up a pair of socks so the tops are even, then roll the stretchy top of one over the other and push them into a ball. I actually had to take off my socks and do it to figure out how to describe it; I have been doing it for so long.
My Mr. Coffee says it destroys the grippy tops of the socks. I never had this problem in the 40 years I have been doing it, but even if he is right…if I have to spend one minute looking for socks every day, that’s 7 minutes per week. That’s 28 minutes per month….or 5.6 hours per year (roughly). In my next decade, that would be 56 hours spent looking for socks – 56 hours that could have been spent doing something fun. Like napping.
I know, I know, I dropped a few days to make the math simpler. Let’s assume I found the mate sock easily on those days. In any event, I’d rather buy the occasional new pair of socks.
How about you? Do you ball your socks? Why or why not?