Every Thursday my coworker, John, brings without fail two boxes of Paradise Cafe cookies. Ever since he learned that I love (heart, adore, worship, grovel for) oatmeal raisin cookies, he makes sure I have one.
There are others in this hallway that also love them. There once was a Thursday when there was no oatmeal raisin cookie for me. I was sad.
Now that the oatmeal raisin crisis has been averted, John buys at least 6 oatmeal raisin cookies out of the 24.
Thanks John. You are fabulous. You know that the Oatmeal Raisin Cookies make my day.
4 comments:
Never trust a man who gives you cookies... there must be an ulterior motive there somewhere...
Ms. Athena
I read your posts and liked it for the narrative technique you use to present a story.
If you are interested in reading the short stories and other writings of an Indian author, do visit my blogs.
Naval Langa
Oooo... Go on Athena! Mr Indian guy wants you! And I'm SURE it's just for your writing too...
Liam: You are naughty. Leave Mr. Langa alone.
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