When your life is a mystery novel but you're not the detective, you're the comic relief.
Trying to understand my friend's handwriting feels like decoding ancient hieroglyphics.
When you finally crack the code but it's just your mom's lasagna recipe.
That moment when autocorrect solves the mystery before you do.
When you think you're in a mystery novel but you're just lost in the supermarket.
Decoded the message and all I got was this lousy caption.
If Sherlock Holmes saw my detective skills, he'd turn in his grave... and then decode this for me.