The operatives at The Ministry of Mundane Mysteries (now making their Chicago debut with Bramble Theatre after originating with Toronto’s Outside the March) do not offer your usual interactive show. This is apparent even before their sleuthing properly begins. After procuring a ticket, you must divulge the details of an especially vexing mystery from your life. It must be something you want solved. It can’t be anything too nefarious—no murders or kidnappings and the like.
MONDAY
TUESDAY
“Kip,” I say (trying to sound professional), “I’m expecting a call right at 7 PM from someone I only know as the Inspector, and if he calls, I’m going to have to hang up on you because I have to talk to him.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize I sound like I’m wearing a tinfoil hat and that if my editor gets wind of this call, he will logically conclude my marbles are askew.
I am concerned that I might have somehow angered someone connected with my case. They ended tonight’s call rather abruptly, and I’m not sure if I said something inadvertently untoward or if perhaps the caller is simply an abrupt sort of person. I certainly can understand the latter, as I myself have been known to hang up on people when warranted. At any rate, I just wanted to make sure I have not imperiled the Ministry or incurred the wrath of tonight’s caller, who claims to have the wherewithal to send a six-foot-tall caterpillar to stalk me.
Dear Ms. Sullivan,
Through 4/10: Mon-Sat 12-2 PM and 7-9 PM CDT, mundanemysterieschicago.com, $40.
