Surrounded by socks; a tale of dryer woe

I had been putting off washing my whites. It got to the point where I'd worn every single pair of white socks I own. And believe me, I own a lot of them.

So I finally mustered up the motivation and did the laundry today. Only I discovered that our dryer no longer dries clothes (just tumbles them over and over and over fruitlessly).

So I was forced to hang up my clean, wet white socks. All of them. In order to enter my room you have to step over the sock line. Then to get to the bed or the bathroom you have to crawl under it.

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All things considered it's more comical than inconvenient, but only just. They damn well better be dry by morning.