You dramatically stand up at your desk, hitting your head against a shelf of chlorine tablet buckets. After adjusting yourself, you make a bold statement.

“I think I’ve solved your case, miss,” you proclaim.

“You know where my boyfriend is? I mean, my boy space friend is?” she catches herself.

“Absolutely. After taking a few seconds to review the evidence, there can be only one conclusion…”

What’s the “solution?” Go with your gut…

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