Girl on cell: I was about to go home, so I told Bob* to get the cheese be­cause I’d brought it over so George* coud make a cheesy bagel, right? So Bob* brings me the cheese but then he starts mas­sag­ing my back, and I fall asleep with the cheese. I wake up like a half hour lat­er and he’s do­ing it to me, so I grab the cheese, say good­night, and leave. And af­ter that, when­ev­er I saw some­one eat a piece of that cheese I felt sooo weird. But now it’s all eat­en, the ev­i­dence is gone, and what that cheese wit­nessed will nev­er be re­vealed.

Out­side West­field Mall
San Diego, Cal­i­for­nia