It’s not that I can’t believe it’s not butter. I DON’T believe it’s not butter. I think it IS butter and that somebody is lying to me!
I snuck on the truck in hopes of tracing the product back to its original location, presumably a butter factory. But the truck stopped at a standard depot because the law prohibits drivers from logging too many hours without breaking for sleep. He was done for the night.
“How will I ever sleep,” I thought! “This is so exciting!”
But somehow I did manage to doze off because next thing I knew, I was waking up to the sound of guys shoveling heads of lettuce onto the truck. I was too buried in them to make a graceful exit so I continued to lie there, thinking. Eventually, I picked up a head of lettuce and turned it over in my hands.
“I wish I knew what they wanted me to think about the quality of this lettuce,” I thought. “That way, I could accuse them of lying about it.”
And I never found out. But I DID find out where they delivered the heads of lettuce! A grocery store. Not the one my car was parked at though.