At the laundry room I met a young lady at the laundry room in a hostel. She was an Austrian, and traveling with her sister in a package tour of twenty people from various countries. We said each other, “Is the laundry dry?” “No, not yet.” “Well, it might be impossible to dry them out in a short time.” “Yeah, we have to compromise.” Then she said, “I can’t find a sock.” We searched for it in the dryer, but failed. She said, “It’s OK. This always happens. It’s not mine, anyway. It’s my sister’s.” We said, “Good night.” and got back to each room.