So... In my free time, I have been trying to think of some things I want to accomplish this summer, like making a quilt for the first time, learning to clog, getting in shape, obtaining all my food storage, and some not-so-practical things like throwing a tomato into a fan and spending a full day in my hammock (just kidding, that would kill after like 6 or 7 hours. And I would have to pay a minion to bring me my meals).
So I thought the other day, how wonderfully juvenile would it be to put up "MISSING" signs for things that no one would really miss? Like a grilled cheese sandwich? So... I did. This is the beauty of being a single college student. My friend Jen Jimison and I made sandwiches, took pictures, and even had an "age enhanced" photo of a sandwich, which was made after the other ones, with an old piece of bread (yes, it had a bit of mold on it).
Then, I biked around Rexburg putting signs up.
I had some obnoxious texts sent back to me like "Maybe it's in the toilet.. Do I get the cash reward still?"... Nothing really of note. But today there was a letter on my door.
"I have found your grilled cheese sandwich. If you wish to see him back alive, you will pay the ransom of $3.00. Send a text message to (number withheld) to set up meeting points. Do not call trying to trace the call. If you do not meet any of my demands your grilled cheese sandwich will pay the price.
To prove to you that I am serious please take note of this picture."
Whew! I actually felt sad when I saw this picture! My poor sandwich! What kind of person would do this?
I may comply, but I'm sure we will need to negotiate set price.