The world wants to give me chocolate chip cookies

[kitchen_kink]

Yesterday, when I was coming out of a hotel with a friend, I realized I had to validate parking inside. She offered to go in and do it, and when she emerged, she had a validated parking pass, my change, and a warm chocolate chip cookie of which she offered me a piece. It was a policy of the hotel's to give a cookie to guests; it was also the perfect thing at the right time.

Today, when I picked up imlad's mother from the airport for yet another of the seemingly endless series of dentist's appointments, she gave me the chocolate chip cookie she'd gotten on the plane. I stuck it in my pocket for later.

I'm bleeding today, crampy, tired and a little grouchy, and when I went to Baker's Best, the excellent cafe in Newton where I tend to sit during these dentist's visits, it was too late to get a hot sandwich from the grill. The brash and charming young manager, with his broad Massachusetts accent, commiserated, understood my strong desire for a tuna melt, but couldn't give me one. I must have looked so pathetic that he gave me - you guessed it - a free chocolate chip cookie.

Things could be worse.

Comments

[sunstealer.livejournal.com]

Must be something in the air. As one of my staff was leaving today, she brandished an enormous, yes indeed, chocolate chip cookie at me as she was leaving.

*enter cookielust*

[desiringsubject.livejournal.com]

Cooooookie!

[zzbottom.livejournal.com]

You must have been at my old hotel. :)