We had sausage sandwiches for breakfast/lunch this morning. We left the uneaten one on the stove when we left for the store. I put my tongue ring by the plate, because I do not wear it out of the house.
When I walked back into the house, I noticed a creepy sight! The final uneaten hand pressed sausage patty was lying on the floor. It was a little messed up, so I had no option but to say, “It’s a suicide!” About that time, Joey came through the door to investigate the scene. He picked up the sausage off of the floor, and looked at the plate. He picked up my tongue ring and said, “It wasn’t a suicide! It was a murder!”
Of course, I flipped out and told him he just got all the germs on my tongue ring and HE had to clean it. Poor, poor detective. Before I knew it, the sausage was thrown out to the dogs, and all of the evidence was destroyed. The case was apparently closed, though we have not found the unsub.