flushed away

Last night I flushed the toilet and decided to scoop up the dirty laundry that my husband and I leave on the floor in front of the shower door. Much to my horror, a sock popped up and went directly into the spinning tornado of water. I attempted to grab it before it was sucked into oblivion, but alas, it was not my day to save the sock. So I scream like a banshee who sees a really big bug and my husband assumes the cat brought a mouse inside. When he comes in (no rush there, I could have been dead by the time he arrived), that sock was gone gone gone. So, I left him to figure out what to do, he's the man, he gets to deal with pipe issues. I think I poured myself a glass of wine immediately upon dumping what was left of the traumatized laundry down the shute.