Finally Solved the Office Toilet Wormhole Mystery~~

For the longest time, I, an old uncle, firmly believed that a 'mysterious wormhole,' inexplicable even to Einstein, was hidden in the office restroom—any lip balm, paper towel, or even a spare key, once dropped on the floor, would magically vanish into thin air. This afternoon, I went to the restroom and, as I pulled out my pack of cooling gum, my hand slipped, and with a 'clack!', it fell to the floor. I immediately got down on my hands and knees for a carpet search, from the gap under the door, behind the toilet, to under the sink. I searched until I was drenched in sweat and out of breath, even resorting to turning my phone's flashlight to its brightest setting. Just as I was about to give up and marvel, 'The wormhole is real,' a colleague who had just come out of the next stall looked at me, an old uncle squatting on the floor, with a complicated expression and pointed to my feet: "...Uncle, the gum has been stuck in your pant cuff crease for five minutes." At that moment, under the beam of my phone's flashlight, I silently retrieved the gum from my pant leg. What mystery of the century, what cosmic wormhole—it turned out to be my own embarrassing black hole... 💡 Today's realization: There are no wormholes in the universe, only the clumsy nerves of middle-aged uncles. 💥 Breakdown Level: ★★★★★ 🕳️ Wormhole Discovery Level: ★☆☆☆☆ ❓ When you spend five minutes on a carpet search in a public restroom for an item stuck in your pant cuff, how many grams of social dignity are left?