That dried the sock.
That hitched a ride.
In the arm of my shirt on Tuesday.
As I was sitting at my desk, lifting my coffee to my mouth, I couldn't help but notice my newly bulging bicep.
I decided to investigate.
And this is what I found.
One lonely sock, rolled up in a ball, just hanging out, waiting patiently to be discovered.
I am just glad it wasn't a pair of underwear.