The Case of the Disappearing Junior Mints

We had an unfortunate incident involving a box of Junior Mints. It was not a regular size box; more of a movie-theater size. You know, the kind that give you a belly ache if you eat the whole box in one sitting. The fact that it was a jumbo size box makes this story all the more tragic.

Purchased in Billings at 3 am, the mints never stood a chance. They sat patiently waiting for their chance to satisfy while Mike ate the Peanut M&M's first. Coming up on 8am, Mike needed the mints for breakfast. And his breath stunk real bad, so the timing was excellent. Mike asked me where they were and I told him they were in one of four places. After a thorough search by all the men in the vehicle, they were not found. I do believe I was the last to touch the mints; I had to move them to make room for my beer in the beverage holder.

I think someone framed me and I'm on this like Sherlock Holmes. The case will be solved. Mike doesn't really deserve to eat the mints anyway since he only drove one hour of the last 23. I don't really feel bad. That's right, I said it.

The only thing I regret is that I didn't get to have a mint.