A guy at a laundromat in Reno told me to stop folding my socks and it fixed my sock drawer
Last week I was at a laundromat on Wells Ave in Reno, and this older guy next to me watched me pair up socks for like 10 minutes. He finally said, "just throw them in a bin, life's too short to match socks." I laughed it off at first, but my drawer had gotten so bad I was digging for 15 minutes every morning. So I tried it. One plastic bin, all 30 pairs dumped in, grab two, done. My mornings are 10 minutes shorter now and I haven't once worn mismatched socks out the door. What's the one dumb little habit you dropped that saved you real time?