So last night we stayed in a very fancy hotel. After a few minutes of getting settled, we noticed a very small sign next to the array of minibar tidbits saying that the items were on a sensor, and if any were moved, we’d automatically be billed. Thanks to Anxiety, I immediately believed I had moved something, since I recalled making fun of the tasteful little paper bag of Twix, like they were trying to conceal that they were just generic Twix, and I wasn’t sure if I’d picked it up to illustrate my point. Naturally, as soon as this possibility occurred to me, it consumed me and wiped out any memory of the actual event and left it all as a vague blur until I was convinced I was a Twix Criminal.
Got the bill this morning and we were not charged for Twix, so it’s all cool. If they billed me I was gonna make sure I ate them all in front of the front desk.
tl;dr It might take interrogators an hour to convince innocent people they’re guilty of a crime, but it took under 30 seconds for me to convince myself I’d touched some laser-protected Twix