When I arrived at work this morning, I had a voicemail waiting for me: 30 seconds of the unmistakable sound of someone chewing ice. That was it.
One guess as to who it was.
the interactions between a neurotic basketcase and a barely-functioning human being
2 comments:
Dear Sherlock:
In America we need things like evidence to convict someone with a crime. Since I don't have access to ice at work I find it hard to believe that it is me on your phone.
Dear Watson:
Thanks for the refresher on the Bill of Rights. Unfortunately, I have plenty of what we in the educated business call circumstancial evidence. First of all, you had a 15-window between me leaving work to go home, and then arriving back at work the next day. I refuse to believe that at no time in that window you were anywhere near ice. Also, you have a history of chewing ice over the phone (which sounds even more bizzare when I type it out). Furthermore, you are the only person I know who chews ice regularly while talking to people on the phone (again, really weird).
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