I went to my favorite bakery this morning, and the two women behind the counter were trying to figure out what to do with all the cut-in-half-and-wrapped oatmeal cookies they had left from yesterday from some cookie-shortage incident that they had now recovered from and had the whole cookies they needed for today. ‘Let’s throw them all in a bag and give them to the wench’—[sort of] was said before I knew what they talking about. I got my loaf of bread sliced, put it in the same bag, paid and threw a quarter in the tip jar as I always do.
It’s a problem I can handle, half a cookie at a time.