A strange thing happened while eating my lunch of alphabet soup.

Weird words started to appear spelled out on each spoonful I had on my utensil.

D I E N O W

Odd I thought as I ate that odd message.

D I E N O W

What were the odds two spoonfuls with the exact same letters would show up on my spoon.

D I E N O W

Ok this was getting bizarre. I was starting to freak out. Something wasn’t right about this, I could have sworn I’d eaten that first spoonful. How could this be happening.

This had to be some kind of practical joke. Some other worldly phenomenon at play.

“Waiter,” I said, “There’s a strange message in my soup.”

The waiter watched as I got a fresh spoonful of alphabet soup. On my spoon read, DO W I N E

The waiter looked at me and said ,”You could have just told me you wanted wine Sir, you didn’t have to play with your food to do so”.

The waiter walked away huffily as I stared to choke on my soup.