Monday, December 8, 2008

A Mystery

This weekend I thought about something. Something important. Something that I couldn’t shake. Something that was plaguing me.

Why did a box of Hawaiian Host chocolate-covered macadamia nuts suddenly appear on our kitchen counter?

Did it belong to someone?

Was it a gift for someone?

Would anyone care if I ate half of its incredibly delicious contents?

Why was it unopened? Was it poison? If I tried opening it, would I suddenly be hanging by one foot upside-down from a rope?

Was this a trap?

In the Birle house, there really is no explanation for an unopened box of chocolate. I don't get it.

And it’s still there…

1 comment:

Jon V. said...

You should eat them. They've been there long enough. Time to eat them.