the sock

if it is stupid it will happen to me....I'm in meeting for work in Indy, we need to dress business casual....to me business casual is nice dark jeans and nice top. Getting dressed for my meeting today I decided to wear this sweater type top that is all in one like a tank and sweater. Looks nice and dressy. Got dressed and ran out the door for my 40 minute drive to Indy....traffic sucked but got there only about 5 minute late. Sitting in the meeting, taking part and being active....they have food, I got some fruit and a blueberry muffin (yummo) and then sat around a little more, than woohoo a break because I gotta pee. Run to the restroom, undo my pants, lift my shirt and I hear a plop on the floor.....there on the floor is one of my white socks...I look around...where the hell did that come from...looking at my feet....shoes and socks still on my feet...so the only place it could have come from is my shirt....what the hell, the shirt has been in my closet for months and months that sock hung in there....I put that shirt on, left for my meeting, walked into the Loon Lake Lodge, sat at the table, went to the breakfast table for my muffin and that sock hung in there.....hopefully it didn't hang out the back like a tail. Guess the sock just couldn't hang on anymore because when I went to pee that was it....maybe it was toliet-phobic and jumped before it would fall in the toliet. You know all that swishing and swirling....it would be like a water ride. So this afternoon I will ponder what my other clothes are hiding and if I need to check everything I put on before I leave my home....but for now I'm still shaking my head asking the ultimate question....why does this kind of stupid stuff happen to me??