A brief exchange with the evil roommate from a few months back:
Him: “Hey, David?”
Him: “What’s this in the freezer?”
Me: “A sock.”
Him: “Did you mean to leave it in the freezer?”
I look at him, daring him to ask why. He looks at the sock a few seconds, picks up his Dr. Pepper and walks away.
(The sock is the second kilt stocking from the Knitting Olympics. I still have not had the heart to frog it. I leave it in the freezer because it’s very kerschmuggly, and it’ll be easier to rip if it’s frozen. Besides, I think every knitter should have a few random FOs scattered around in strategically odd places.)