Tiny Gatorade

The Secret of the Old Gatorade (Nancy Drew: Book 203)

This one is for all you mystery buffs.  Solve it and you get FAME and FORTUNE.

One morning, about a week ago, I am playing with my children in the family room, also known as the T.V. room, also known as the messy room, and I spy a small almost-finished Gatorade bottle.

Tiny Gatorade
Exhibit A

I think: I should probably rinse that out and stick it into the recycling before E discovers it because the bottle has just enough in it to create sticky mess.

A few hours later I notice it again and think: I didn’t clean that out.  Why did S buy such a tiny Gatorade bottle last night. Did he get a case? I’m thirsty!

A few hours late I think: S why aren’t you home yet!?!  UGH.

In walks S from work.  We have dinner and wander back into the family room.

S says: Where did you get the tiny Gatorade bottle?

Me: What?  I noticed it this morning and thought it was yours from last night.

S: Nope. I just saw it.

S and I look at each other and the bottle (review Exhibit A), and we realize that at some point between 10 p.m. last night and 7 a.m. this morning, an unknown person broke into our home, drank a ridiculously small Gatorade, except for the last gulp, and left.

Nothing else seems to be missing although with the amount of mess (Exhibits B and C) we may never know for sure.

MessyHome1
Exhibit B
MessyHome2
Exhibit C

Who is this strange Gatorade-drinking outlaw and is he willing to clean my home in exchange for the REAL will of Josiah Crowley? I’m sure it’s in this mess somewhere.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

4 thoughts to “The Secret of the Old Gatorade (Nancy Drew: Book 203)”

  1. You had me at fame and fortune so I immediately on the case. I say go for DNA…unless it’s planted. Any chance you could have been in a sleep coma again and this time actually drove to a 7-11? Ah! N! She plays the sweet and innocent card too well. Check her crib for an extra set of keys. I say no break in but a break OUT!

  2. Please send Gatorade drinking theives over to my house ASAP. Esp. if they are willing to clean homes in exchange for anything. Antything at all.

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