The Pickle Request

Last night I received a puzzling e-mail from a complete stranger. Here’s a screenshot of it from my phone:


Think about that for a minute. Perhaps post your thoughts in the comments before continuing.

I read the e-mail a dozen times, and I couldn’t figure it out.

So I did what anyone would do: I sent the person a photo of a jar of pickles with one out on the side:


The person wrote back to me a few hours later:

No the one that has the whole pickles in a jar with one standing up against the jar on the outside.

The part of me that finds extreme levels of joy in humorous mysteries was going full blast at this point. So I was almost a little sad to read the last sentence of that e-mail:

I saw it on your blog.

With that one line, the mystery was no more. It wasn’t a case of mistaken identity between me and renowned pickle photographer Jamey Steggoomer…no, it was a misunderstanding about my use of a random Google Image on this blog entry.

Alas. So close. I was ready to ride this one out to the fullest, including going to the grocery store to buy a jar of pickles solely to take artistic photos of them for this person. It would have been magical.