A Spoon, and Social Experimentation

I was looking for my lost shaker of salt today on the passenger side of my car. I still haven't found what I was looking for, but I did find a spoon. So, I went inside and washed the spoon. I was going through my utensils tonight, measuring them for uniformity, and checking for any abnormalities (I do that once a week), and I was surprised to learn that the spoon from my car was not my spoon. Mystery! Not only did I have to try and recall who had been a passenger in my car (or who had driven my car and thrown a spoon at the passenger, who most likely would have been me), but I also had to go through my friends to figure out who would be comfortable enough with me to eat in my car. (I only assume they were eating; maybe it's just someone who likes to carry a spoon around. Different strokes for different folks.) I've got a pretty good suspicion about the spoon owner.
Searching for a way to incorporate my spoon story into my blog, this is what I came up with: I consider this story to be a mystery, and my latest few posts include a funny and somewhat fictional story, a serious and reflective thought, a piece by Rufus, and some poetry, among other types of writing. I will leave my blog in peace for a few days, and see which type of writing is the most popular and gets the most feedback. Please leave your comments and contribute to the future of this fine blog and our great country. Plus, your comments will help save the economy, lower gas prices, and give you flatter abs in just 6 days!