Whistling, I walked into the supermarket. I needed some milk, because you need milk to make pancakes, and who doesn't want pancakes?

Everything was going well and everything was normal, until I turned around and saw a "Missing" poster. It wasn't that there was a poster that shocked me, it was that It was me who was apparently missing!

That was strange. I gasped. Was I a ghost? I poked my own arm. Yep, I can still feel that. I was still able to pick things up. The patron next to me was looking at the eggs, and I wanted to know if people saw me. That would confirm whether or not I was a ghost, right? "Hello," I said to the man. "Can you see me?"

He gave me a funny look, and said, "Yes?"

Cool, I'm not a ghost then. "Cool, thanks," I said. He nodded and walked away with wide eyes.

At the cash register, I thought some light conversation with the cashier would shed some light on the situation.

"Hey, so this poster says that I'm missing. I'm right here, so what do you think I should do?"

The lady scanned my milk, and blinked. "What poster?" she deadpanned.

I looked again to where I originally saw the poster, but I only saw an ad for a self-discovery seminar. "Oh never mind," I said, dejectedly.

Back in my car, milk in tow, I turned on the radio for the drive home. All the songs that played had something to do with discovering oneself, or figuring out your identity.

It was then that I had an epiphany. Was I a pancake? 🥞

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Mystery Prompt- Missing

It's a normal weekend. You've decided to restock your fridge at the nearest grocery store. When you leave, you notice a large white notice pinned to the bulletin board.

It's a picture of you and, in bold letters, the word: MISSING.