I did something ridiculous. I mean, crazy ridiculous. And were not talking about whipping up a batch of savory cupcakes or bacon nougat-filled cookies. Oh, no. Those things have the potential of being ridiculously good. My actions, well, were ridiculously stupid.
I thought I could think like a criminal – and catch one. Me, the baker. Me, who was always the last to know the gossip in high school. Me, the girl who cant figure out the ending of a movie to save her life.
Im not sure why I thought I could do it but I must have been in a Summer Daze haze when the idea took root, and the frustration of slowing business and the fear of the last vandal site being right across the street caused it to grow. But I was sure that I had it figured out.
As it turns out, all I had figured out was how to catch teenage guys goofing off on a summer evening.
Next time I get a crazy idea, I might make the bacon nougat-filled cookies and give them to the person who can actually figure things out.