Stowaway

Bound for freedom!

 

It is dark when the fugitive sneaks aboard a carrier bound for freedom.  Our stowaway stays hidden, traveling far from home.  All is inky blackness in the hiding place. 

Bright lights beckon ahead.  The long journey is over at last.  The stowaway heads toward the light and freedom … oh no,  discovery! 

Working its way out of the leg of my sweatpants, the missing, black-knit sock drops at my feet on the treadmill.

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24 Responses to Stowaway

  1. bigsheepcommunications says:

    Whew – for a second there I thought you had a mouse or something crawling around in your sweatpants!

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    • pegoleg says:

      The other day I had an itch on the inside of one knee. I kept thinking there was a spider on me. I actually locked my office door, stripped and shook the pants out. Twice. You’ll be happy to know there wasn’t anything there – must be a withdrawal symptom.

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      • bigsheepcommunications says:

        You don’t by any chance have a stripper pole in your office, do you? I’m not even gonna ask what you’re withdrawing from!

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        • pegoleg says:

          Yes, of course, but instead of the usual bump & grind music, I had the Sabre Dance playing as I frantically stripped, looking for mini livestock. I gave up soda and sweets for Lent, and have actually stuck with the no-soda vow.

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  2. Jane says:

    Better a sock than panties!

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    • pegoleg says:

      Too true. You could carry those little satin-y numbers around on the back of your pant leg all day without knowing it!

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      • Jane says:

        “Little satin-y numbers” ????? If those popped out of my pant leg, then hubby would be in deep trouble ’cause they would not be mine! However this does make me think. Would I rather he be a cross dresser, or having an affair? Definitely a cross dresser!

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        • pegoleg says:

          I don’t see Pat getting into any other satin-y panties, either his or another woman’s. I was going to say that the big, cotton grannie drawers that I favor would be hard to miss, but that would be what the youngsters call TMI.

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  3. Hey, that’s the one I can’t find. They’ve figured out teleportation. It’s not just static cling but the portal to other places and times.

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  4. Mary Mahar says:

    I was hoping it was a kitten. Darn!! 😉 My guy just found a hand towel missing for quite awhile in the corner of a fitted sheet. We sure are blessed if these are our greatest worries, but pretty sad if these are also our greates joys. HaHa

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  5. Mary Mahar says:

    oops!! I am Irish, but I was ‘Russian’. I do know how to spell ‘greatest’, as demonstrated earlier in the sentence.

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  6. Are you sure it isn’t mine?

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  7. There always seems to be socks laying on the sidewalk in front of the post office in my town. It must be a portal of some type, or perhaps a sock vacation site.

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  8. I am hoping the treadmill was in a gym, and not in your home. More embarrassing, sure, but funnier.

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  9. rtcrita says:

    That’s funny! I didn’t even notice the socks stuck with static cling to the clothes of the people in the poster. I was too busy thinking “Why is Angela from ‘Who’s the Boss’ (Judith Light) sneaking on that boat? And where are her shoes?”

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