This happens to me (or my socks rather) every single time I do laundry. I don't know if my Whirlpool washing machine has an insatiable appetite for my sweaty, nasty black socks or what? But it never fails! If I put 12 socks in the washer, only 11 seem to make it out of the dryer. Lost socks are a phenomenon, a plague! And, today, we remember all those socks who started life as a pair . . . only to have their loved one, their playmate, their companions ripped away.