Option #1: Unleash a big storm of attitudinal fury on everything and everyone around you. After all, your problem should be the problem of your spouse, pets, and any inanimate object around you.
Option #2: Deal with it.
This past Sunday, as I was finishing up my laundry to prepare for the week, the dryer flippin' ate one of the only four black dress socks that I own. After searching for a considerable amount of time, I was examining my options.
Option #1:
Dryer before.
Dryer after.
Option #2: Look further, and prepare to deal with it if I couldn't find the bloody sock.
I chose Option #2, and eventually discovered this.
My sock had decided to hook up with one of my dress shirts. (I guess the attraction was electric.)
It's a good thing I don't own a machine gun.
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