09/06/2026
Last weekend, I was falsely accused of a criminal offense. I've been losing sleep over it for days and would like to set the record straight. But before I go into detail, let me make one thing absolutely clear: I did NOT do it!
Saturday was an exceptionally busy day. Three gigs, eight hours in the car, and around 850 kilometers on the clock. There was barely any time to eat. When my stomach started rumbling on the road, I stopped at a gas station for a quick snack. Normally, I would go for a Red Bull and a Twix, but I was really craving something warm.
My eye fell on a shriveled-up frikandel. Not exactly haute cuisine, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I opened the little door and, to my surprise, saw that someone had already taken a bite out of it.
Seriously... who does that?
I decided to leave the frikandel where it was and headed to the checkout with a Twix instead. While paying, I politely mentioned that there was a half-eaten snack sitting in the display.
The man behind the counter looked at me and said, "You probably did that yourself."
I honestly couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"No, of course not," I replied, surprised. "Why would I come and tell you about it if I had done it?"
But then came the real accusation.
"Then why are you laughing?"
To be fair, he had a point... It was such a bizarre situation that I was probably smiling while telling the story.
To my surprise, he even wanted me to pay for it. Fortunately, I was rescued by the lady standing behind me in line. This key witness confirmed that I definitely hadn't done it.
For that, I thank her.
I then left the premises as quickly as possible.
I've learned one thing from this: if I ever see half a frikandel lying around again, I'll wisely keep my mouth shut.
