Several years ago a man dressed up as a clown and left a loaf of banana bread on his ex-girlfriend’s door. In the criminal justice world this act put him in direct violation of a protective order. In my world, this made for a great headline. In Sleepless’ world, this provided an opportunity to regift banana bread.
I would regularly come home from work to find a loaf of banana bread hanging on my front door. One week, however, there was no bread. I didn’t think much of it until Sleepless asked about it. We quickly came to the conclusion that my banana bread was, in fact, missing. In hopes of locating the loaf, I constructed a poster to hang around the hood.
MISSING:
Banana Bread
Last seen on my porch
on Friday, August 26
Also Missing: Nuts (optional)
If found, please enjoy
(with milk or soy if dairy is an issue for you)
Sadly, we didn’t find the bread or get any leads, not even a crumb. I did, however, discover my loaf was not the only missing carb in the hood. A sign posted at a nearby park gave every indication that we were facing an epidemic. The sign, which appeared to be handmade by a child or ransom note professional, read:
LosT Muffin
“Larry”
Description:
blueberry Chunks
Yummy!
Find Him!!
My guess is someone, somewhere, knows exactly where my loaf and Larry may be and, even without a reward offered, they’re reaping a sweet reward.