I'm getting packed up and ready to leave soon - and I've discovered that I've lost one of my favorite socks. Where could it be?
My daughter in law is/was a fine actress. She's doing other things now. But a few years ago she was in a short "fringe" movie called "Alice in Laundroland." A young woman takes her clothes to the laundromat. When she pulls them out of the big industrial sized dryer she reaches way back to grab her sock. Suddenly she's sucked into the dryer. Then into many strange and scary rooms. One of them is "The Room of Lost Socks."
I hope that's not where my sock is. Even though I like it a lot I don't want to go to that much trouble to find it.
(* This title is in honor of Pablo Neruda's remarkable poem "Ode to My Socks.")