No, I am not a pickpocket, nor did I have my pockets picked. This is about the Great Syrup Mystery. It is a mystery I have no idea how to solve. I attempted to solve it this morning but my efforts were in vain.
Here is the problem. No matter how careful I am, any time I eat breakfast out and order pancakes, my hands will magically feel sticky. This seems to be a phenomenon not merely occurring to me because Frank confirmed that this does happen to him, too.
This is why it’s a mystery. I don’t eat with my hands. I don’t drip syrup all over the utensils when I pour it on the pancakes. My aim isn’t that bad. I have absolutely no idea how the syrup manages to travel upwards, onto the fork and then cling to my hand. I think it has some weird anti-gravity abilities. That is the only explanation. How else do you explain syrup on the fork handle? There is absolutely no logical explanation to this. None.
