Thank You For the Door Knob Mystery
Last night somebody knocked on my door.
I looked through the peep hole…nobody.
I opened the door, looking for a flaming paper sack on the threshold, but instead I found…
A pint of dark chocolate raspberry ice cream!
I giggled like a baby hyena.
I called most of my neighbors, figuring it had to be one of them because my apartment building requires a person to be buzzed in from the intercom without a tenant’s key.
I inquired of each neighbor whether they left the decadent surprise, so I could express my delight and appreciation…
Nobody took the credit.
A couple neighbors offered to come over and have some with me.
One person asked with trepidation “You didn’t eat it, right?”
Look, if someone was going to poison me, they would not be so inclined to place a delicious, factory sealed, frozen dessert loaded with warm finger prints on the door knob with such care and sneak away like an insidious tooth fairy.
They would probably just shoot one of those little darts into my neck while I was getting into the elevator, right?
The lovely, enticing mystery is still sitting in my freezer at this very moment, calling my name like a seductive siren on the cliffs of my chocolate raspberry lack of resistance.
Guess who’s having ice cream for breakfast?
Happy Birthday to me!
And Thank You to the mysterious ice cream vender who got into my building without buzzing the intercom or turning on that annoying ice cream truck music!