There’s some type of foodstuff under the period key on my keyboard. I don’t know how it could have gotten there; perhaps when I was enjoying a healthy bowl of Tostidos, a lone crumb leapt from my mouth and burrowed it’s way under the “.” Upon closer inspection (I poked at it with a pen), I think it may be frosting. Unfortunately, I haven’t partook in a frosted confection in a while. Unless, of course, I wasn’t the eater of the delicious dessert, and some other unknown individual dined on a dainty cake. Perhaps a miscreant, set on robbing me of my prized possessions, sat down and had himself (or herself, I am trying to be PC, even when it comes to criminals) a cupcake, which they stole from a six-year-old’s birthday party of Chuck E. Cheese. Upon finshing the food, a little bit of the sugary goo was on his or her fingertips. Then he or she proceeded to write me a little memo about how he or she totally robbed me blind, and that I would never see my things again; in such, being sure he or she properly punctuated the brief missive to his or her victim. Following which, he or she was so enraptured by his or her beautiful letter, that he or she totally forgot to rob me. Or maybe I just ate a chip too fast, and a minute crumb landed in the keyboard. Who knows?
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