On Friday I took my dog on a walk. We were gone for about 45 minutes. When I got back to the house, I was greeted by 600 plates from Schnucks, a few dozen packs of Tic Tacs and one single travel pack of Kleenex. I can't solve the mystery. No one claims they left the stuff on my porch, so I'm imagining all the things they could mean. I'm thinking someone must think I'm miserable. I can't stop crying (Kleenex). I don't eat (plates). And, well, I have bad breath too (Tic Tacs). Another interpretation from a friend cracked me up. My secret admirer (ha) is crying for me (Kleenex). He's hungry for me (plates), and yearning to give me a fresh kiss (Tic Tacs). Mysteries are fun.
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