Oh man, I lost count after the third one. I just accepted my fate as a guy who buys socks in bulk because half are destined to vanish into the laundry void. I'm pretty sure a dryer in my old apartment was a secret portal to another dimension. I gave up looking when I realized I was spending more time hunting for matches than actually wearing the socks. What's the weirdest place you've ever found a missing sock?

Had the same thing happen last month. Went to the main customer service desk at Grand Central, showed my driver's license, and they printed a new card right there. Took about ten minutes and cost five bucks for the replacement fee.

What counts as cooking it right away though, like same day? Or you got a couple hours?

How old was that knife?

Thought those plastic latches were fine until my own chickens pulled this stunt.