When someone asks what kind of beer I like (it happens more than you might think), I often glibly reply, “free beer.” As I was eating one of my free cookies, I was pretty sure that free cookies taste pretty good-not as good as my Mom’s peanut butter cookies, and certainly not as good as my Oma’s chocolate chip cookies, but pretty darn good nonetheless.
Today, though, really brought it home. I had a late start to work, which while great, had lots of little annoyances. One saw a person walk zigzag in front of me, causing me to miss boarding the subway and force me to wait for the next one. The wait wasn’t long, but just the fact that the zigzagger got on the first train and I didn’t caused a lot of consternation. Had it been a more solid looking person, I might have thrown a football tackle and made my way onto the subway car.
Whilst sitting in the subway car, hoping that the car in front would break down one stop past mine, I remembered the free cookies from the previous day. I had only eaten one of them and should logically have had two left.
What’s better than free cookies? Free cookies found when you need something to pick you up.