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.
August 19th, 2008 at 8:37 pm Quote
It has something to do with evaporation…..or not.
I guess I can live without a contest, I suck at contests anyway.
August 20th, 2008 at 12:32 am Quote
right now I blame everything on menopause, or percocet. You can use either one or both if you like
August 20th, 2008 at 5:30 pm Quote
It’s the syrup container - the person before you dripped syrup all over it - you picked up the container to pour the syrup and now it’s all over your fingers!
August 20th, 2008 at 6:46 pm Quote
You should eat pancakes with Linus. It’s, um, and experience!
August 20th, 2008 at 11:48 pm Quote
I have a plan. Next time I will bring one of those surgical gloves to pour the syrup. If there is still something sticky on my fork afterwards, then it’s one of those mysteries like Bigfoot.
August 22nd, 2008 at 7:06 pm Quote
Wicking. It’s called wicking. It’s also why it’s not a good idea to wear thong underwear. I don’t think I need to say more. Capice?