So I was emptying the dishwasher yesterday (as I’m wont to do) and I found a fork that doesn’t match my flatware.
And I have no idea where it came from.
There are forks at work, but the only time I’ve used them is when I’ve forgotten my lunchbox…and if I didn’t have my lunchbox, I wouldn’t carry a fork home.
Sean says they don’t have forks at his work.
It’s a mystery!
I joked to Robert today that it was left by a burglar as a warning. “Next time…I’ll leave a cup!“