First of all this isn’t even about socks but it is a story about something that happened to me every weekend which got me thinking about stuff that gets lost and found. So hopefully you’ll enjoy it. I should probably also do it on YouTube at some point.

This starts with Austin wanting to go to Shoney’s. The really funny thing about Austin and I is that most times he is the one that comes up with where we’re going next. In fact if you ever gets a girlfriend or a woman he’s essentially a hopeless romantic and that’s not a bad thing. For my personality I’m pretty laid back so guess what it works for me, I just go with it.

The biggest thing is figuring out when we’re going to meet up. When we first started going out to places to eat or hang out on Sundays if I were a few minutes late he totally freak out. Since then it’s gotten way better. Austin knows now I’m kind of a slowpoke sometimes.

Enough about Austin and I now you kind of get the gist of how things work.

So like I said at the beginning this starts with Shoney’s. We went and had the buffet because apparently they weren’t serving off the menu on Sunday. I’m very had, chicken, pork ribs, turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn, and a few other hot bar selections besides the salad bar.

Most of food was pretty good for what Shoney’s serves. So we get up to pay the check and head down the road. normally I use my debit card but this time I had some cash on me and I wanted to pay with exact change. No big deal .59¢. So, I get the change out and in the process take out my house keys which are on just a single key ring.

In the 30 or so seconds of this exchange happens I totally blank out about the keys. So now later on when I get home, I don’t have them. Which, I’m like… okay did I really lose my keys?

Don’t worry I had a way to get into the house but ever since then I’ve been thinking did I lose the keys somewhere other than Shoney’s. Simple solution is called Shoney’s and ask about the keys and you hope they go yeah they’re here. Simple thing to do but then I’m sitting here contemplating because occasionally this silly thing called anxiety pops up what if they’re not there.

So this evening I finally get around to calling them and they go, yes they’re here. Great, I’ll come get them sometime this week.

Now here’s why the blog is called “Missing Left Sock Dimension, which trust me a multitude of people believe in considering how many people lose their left sock or some type of item like keys that are never ever recover. This also applies to jewelry, wallets, and definitely the airline industry where they have a storage building of unclaimed items.

You have to wonder sometimes where some of the stuff goes missing because it’s part of being a person on this planet we drop stuff and just keep going. I’ve lost quite a bit of money doing that too, twenties out of the left pocket.

Still being a human is exciting as ever and thanks for reading! Come back for more.