Did you ever wish you could take back something you said, even if it was just a joke? One of those moments happened while sitting around the Easter celebration table in our dream house, only the two of us. The world was spinning out of control. The news was glum, and we missed our family, so in true Janice-fashion, I tried to add some lightness to the meal.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if Bigfoot came to our door with a plate of food.”
Dale paused a second from devouring his favorite turkey meal and burst into laughter.
Encouraged that I was in a brilliant comedic mode, although I’m sure the wine had more to do with it, I added, “I wouldn’t be surprised if a UFO landed in our front yard.”
Now I was laughing too. I sucked back a giggle. “I wouldn’t be surprised if a herd of serial killers stampeded down our driveway.”
I continued throwing out my zingers until I ran out of ideas. Our good spirits lasted through dessert. Soon reality’s somber mood crept back into the day.
A week later, I found out my comments might have been taken seriously when someone or something visited us.
“This looks good, thanks,” Dale peeked in from the garage late Sunday morning.
I frowned. “What does?”
“This plate of bread.” He held up a foil-covered paper plate.
“Not mine. Where did you get it?”
Dale’s graying brows pulled together over his puzzled brown eyes. “It was sitting on the back of my truck. Must have been out there all morning. I just noticed it.”
His look of longing at the plate of bread worried me. Dale’s celiac disease meant no gluten or wheat flour. “Set it down, and I’ll see who brought it to us.”
He nodded and left the present as I scanned the security camera on my cell phone, thinking a neighbor dropped it by earlier in the morning. Nothing. I checked each motion recording until I found what I was looking for. My mind clicked into the opening narration of an old crime show, Dragnet. “This is the town, Greenville, California. It is a sleepy mountain community where people still leave their doors unlocked. It was a Saturday, April 18, at 11:30 p.m., when an uninvited guest walked down the dark, football-field-length driveway. The unidentified person carried a circular item. They proceeded to place what appeared to be a foil-covered plate on the back corner of a truck and retreated into the night…”
I shook my head. I doubted my crime would have made it onto a show that used real police files, but I did have a little mystery on my hands. Although I was not a detective, I sometimes edited books about them. That wasn’t helpful, and neither was the small phone screen. Minus my reading glasses, I couldn’t tell who the person was. Too lazy to walk through the house to get them, I started texting.
Fun Finn Facts:
1. I’m a huge fan of room service.
2. I love to watch old black & white sci-fi movies. The last movie watched was 1958, "Earth vs the Spider."
3. I have taken up rock painting. These colorful rocks are added to our Magical Trail.
Good story. Wish I had room service here, I would love that! Have a great weekend! Hugs, Valerie
Most enjoyable Sandra, have a lovely weekend and keep safe and well.
I vote for room service, too! Especially first thing in the morning. Enjoy your weekend!
Room service is the best, Valerie :)
I agree CJ in the morning is the best time for room service:)
Thanks Sandra for having me here today! You are the best. Sending lots of hugs.
Thanks for sharing, sounds good. Have a great weekend!
This was a suspenseful place to leave me hanging. Sounds like a good read, Sandra. Thanks for showcasing this.
I vote for room service also. Not early mornings, though. Ha!
Wouldn't that be wonderful? :)
And you, Yvonne:)
Always my pleasure:) No, you're the best:)
Definitely fun facts, Denise! I like room service, too, though I'm struggling to come up with when I was last in a hotel!
Thanks, Christine :) I hope your weekend is a good one!
Thank you, Elizabeth! I'm glad it got your interest :)
I stayed at a hotel last year, but no room service that time unfortunately.Glad you enjoyed the fun facts, Jacqui!
You have a great weekend too:)
It sure is and entirely my pleasure, dear Elizabeth:)
I can't remember when I was last in a hotel either...
Room service - amazing!
Husband Eddie does often make me a cup of tea in the morning ... sort of room service!
All the best Jan
Oh, after you whetted my appetite you left me wanting more. :-)
Greetings from London.
Good on Eddie. That definitely counts.
It's a great excerpt, isn't it?
Nothing like room service, Jan :)
Thank you:) That's great to hear!
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