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From: CWALTERS@ducvax.auburn.edu (Olias Of Sunhillow)
Newsgroups: rec.humor.funny
Subject: Where the hell are my socks?
Keywords: original, smirk
Message-ID: <S14d.10a3@looking.on.ca>
Date: 16 Jul 90 23:30:05 GMT
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{ed A long, original piece}
There is a peculiarity that runs through the human race. We tend to
think of ourselves as advanced, scientific, thoughtful beings, but when
something out of the ordinary springs up, we have a myriad of excuses
to cover our backs with:
"The wife must have moved it."
"God is punishing me for cheering for Notre Dame."
"I guess I've been drinking to much basin, tub, and tile cleaner."
"Damn kids.."
Etc., etc....
Many are the events that we simply accept without question. For
example: anyone who has had even the most basic training in physics
knows that if you apply a force to an object, your change that objects
velocity/motion/position. If you kick a sleeping cat, it flies in a
parabolic course across the room until it comes in contact with
something massive enough to absorb its inertia, right? If the cat hits
a lamp, then inertia is transferred, and the lamp falls off the end
table, and the cat hits the floor at a run, and ultimately strikes back
by having a load of kittens on your pillow. (Trust me on that one.) If
you trip and fall to the ground, your transfer inertia to the planet
itself, and moves the earth infinitessimally. (Here's a thought - what
would happen if we got everyone on one side of the earth, then got
everyone to jump straight up at the same time?) Why then, in spite of
all this, does a shower curtain float in to cling to your leg, even
when faced with all the water power a showerhead can muster? This has
happened to EVERYONE who has ever showered, but no one seems to care.
At best, some people figure that SOMEBODY knows, and it all makes
perfect sense, but no one has time to go look it up.
Here we are, in the midst of the Scientific Revolution, remaining
stubbornly apathetic about this shower curtain defying both gravity and
the laws of motion to cling to our bare, soapy legs. Ben Franklin would
have been furious.
Before you get your hopes up, I must admit that I don't know what the
shower curtain is up to, either. All the answers I come up with point
to the presence of a non-human intelligence, and I don't want to think
too much more about it. I feel vulnerable enough in the shower without
worrying that a shower curtain- shaped invader is looking for a skin
sample.
No, there are other mysteries I want to ponder on. To wit, the erratic
behavior of clothes hangers and of socks, and the possible
relationships between the two. You see? All of you know already what
I'm talking about, and you feel guilty for not wondering about it
sooner. For shame.
Where do all the extra hangers come from? Have you ever put two bare
clothes hangers in the closet, and returned later to find just two bare
coat hangers? Only if you've left the closet light on. Something about
darkness causes hangers to replicate themselves at an alarming rate.
Is it the absence of light itself? Reversed photosynthesis? God help us
if we ever drop a coat hanger deep in a cave, if this is the case. The
near- complete blackness possible underground would cause the hanger to
pop off a copy of itself at whatever rate an asexual coat hanger could
pop, and they soon break the cave apart and, in a worst-case scenario,
eventually outweigh the earth. If we assume that the rate of
reproduction increases as the amount of light decreases, it is
interesting to imagine what would happen if a hanger were to find
itself in a black hole. The gravity of the black hole would be crushing
the hanger into nothingness, but the hanger would be reproducing
exponentially at an infinite rate of speed. One coat hanger could
battle a black hole to a standstill.
For the moment, let us discard the above theory (if there is anyone who
has not done so already). There is evidence against it: families have
been away from their homes for months or years, and returned to not
find there house reduced to a jungle-gym for hangers. Also, hangers
never seem to get out of the closet on their own. Furthermore, this
replicating of coat hangers has been most often documented when there
is more than one hanger to start with, suggesting a mating is taking
place. Perhaps the darkness is required to maintain hanger modesty,
just as human beings prefer to "do it" with the lights out. Our limited
human senses have been unable so far to distinguish male and female
hangers, but maybe we all look the same to them, too. Perhaps coat
hangers are hermaphroditic, and not built to be able to copulate with
itself. This seems logical enough, especially when you consider that
hangers which have clothes draped on them don't exhibit signs of
replicating. It is possible that we humans, by using these hangers as
we feel they are meant to be used, are forcing them to practice "safe
sex". This theory only works if we assume that hangers are born already
fully grown - or at least full-sized. There have been no reports of
baby coat hangers mysteriously appearing.
If we assume that the above theory is close to correct, we are given
some insight into hanger morals. Have you noticed that hangers seem to
be always tangled together, even when there were just two of them four
feet apart the night before? You have just walked in on a hanger orgy.
The little beasts have no scruples once the light goes out.
Do you see the scope of what I'm trying to get at? We simply do *not*
know what is going on. It doesn't just stop with coat hangers, either.
If it did, then maybe we could just ignore it and continue our lives in
blissful ignorance, but there is more. To wit:
What happens to the other sock? You wear them at the same time, remove
them at the same time, cast them into the same hamper, throw them in
the wash together, and one of them disappears before you take them out
of the dryer. As you may have feared, I have several theories
explaining this, some of them tying in with the coat hanger mystery:
1) the socks are afraid of the wash, so when they are all in there
together, they choose one of their number to act as a sacrifice to some
god in exchange for deliverance from the wet and sudsy hell. The
sacrifice is slowly unraveled during the course of the wash, and is
pulled away in the spin cycle. Or maybe it's the dryer that they don't
like, and we are removing what's left of the unfortunate sock when we
clean the lint filter. This theory shows a primitive and fearful sock
society.
2) one sock from each pair, at some point in time, retreats by whatever
means into the pipes leading out of the washer. it hibernates deep in
the bowels of the house until it receives some sort of signal, then it
pupates into a coat hanger, and makes its way somehow into the closet.
In effect, socks are the larval form of coat hangers.
3) (really a variant of #2) during the wash, the socks participate in a
bizzare mating dance, after which the female sock devours the male
sock. Following a rapid gestation period, the female gives birth to a
baby coat hanger, which slowly and stealthily creeps to the closet. By
the time it is in the closet, it has matured to a full-grown hanger,
ready to sow its oats.
These are but a few examples of what can happen when the human mind is
employed to learn, to probe, to question as opposed to merely keeping
the ears from touching. The coat hanger/sock mystery is just one of
thousands of questions that need to be examined, along with: "Why does
the soulful allure of rap music continue to elude me?" "What is the
opposite of sideways?" "How can you tell if yogurt goes bad?" "How
hungry was the person who discovered escargo?" "Was disco as bad as
everyone remembers it to be?" Etc., etc....
I could go on, but it is time for my soap opera. Until next time....
--
Christian
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> Also, things like corkscrews, serving spoons, and carving knives
> tend to disappear for months, from different drawers, and then pop up
> in the silverware drawer at odd times (usually when you have just
> returned with replacements).
Inanimate objects can get very insecure. They seem to get this
complex about how they're just getting stuck in a drawer all the
time, while you go out and do interesting things, taking other
inanimate objects with you. Corkscrews, serving spoons, etc.,
are especially prone to this, because they also get jealous of
the silverware, which gets used more often.
So the corkscrews etc. respond by playing "hard to get", and hiding
in illogical places you'll never think of just when they know you'll
need them most. Their plan is that they'll wait until you really
feel the loss, then return to a warm welcome. Of course, when you
really feel the loss, you get replacements.
For those of you who doubt the validity of this theory... have
you hugged a carving knife today?
Sharon
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