BJ had just arrived when it happened. He shook it off as a mistake that could be ignored if he tried hard enough.
The second time, he began to think that there was more to it than met the eye.
The third time, he couldn't stand it any longer - there was simply no reason for this to happen. It didn't happen to normal people, it didn't happen back home, and he certainly didn't need it adding to his problems here.
"Hawkeye, how am I supposed to work like this?" BJ brandished the offending pair of socks in the air. "The second I get a new pair, they seem to fall apart at the seams."
Hawkeye dealt another card. "It's your own fault, you know. How could mere army socks be expected to stand up to those tugboats you call feet?"
BJ sighed. "Oh, never mind."
For the mash100th Disintegrate challenge.