Category: Investigations (Page 1 of 16)

(I don’t think I’m using that word quite right, but it alliterates, so I’m going with it.)

I was doing after-school-parking-lot-pickup-duty yesterday, and saw a receipt blowing across the ground. I often feel compelled to pick up trash, so I picked it up.

I was curious, so I looked at it. It was from Winchell’s donut place, and it had only one item on it.

Just a side of avocado? What? I’m intrigued!

On my drive home, I saw a mysterious message in the window of the car in front of me. At a stoplight, I took a picture. I was too lazy to go searching for what it was, especially because the first letter isn’t really a letter. I wondered if maybe one of you readers would find out for me.

During recess yesterday morning, there were skywriters in the air. They did the dot-matrix printing thing that I saw a couple of years ago.

It was hard to see with the naked eye because of the sun, but my camera helped me interpret it.

Khloud is here.

I searched it on the internet. It appears to be an ad for some kind of popcorn snack.

The wind blew the words away pretty quickly, so I’m not sure how many people saw it.

One of the screens I always display on my dashboard shows the miles per hour in digital form. It also so happens to display the amount of gas remaining in terms of miles. Whenever I’ve filled the tank, it always says 288 miles as the “Distance to Empty”. But this most recent fill-up, the number was different.

It was 301 miles this time. That was weird. Did I get more gas in the tank?

But then at the end of my drive yesterday, when I turned off the car, this info came up:

My car has been calculating my miles per gallon all this time. I must’ve been driving in a more fuel-efficient way lately. But how weird that previously it was so consistently 288 miles that I memorized the number. Interesting…

Years ago, Lauren gave me a cardboard-sawing knife. At least, I think that’s what it’s officially meant for. What it had become for me was the best thing ever to open packages that came in the mail. It was thin and slicey, but it wasn’t sharp. Its cutting power came from a serrated edge.

I have successfully kept it all these years… until a few months ago, when I lost it. It was maddening. I looked all over the house for it. I used it all the time! Where could I have put it? I eventually gave up looking for it. I must’ve accidentally left it in a box that I put in the recycle bin. Dang.

And then the other day, standing in the hallway outside of my bedroom, I saw this:

I have no memory of putting it there. Why would I even have done that? Under what circumstances would that have been the easiest place to put it? So weird…

But, yay! I have my package opener back again! Bring on the packages!