Over the last coupla months at work I've become "The Cookie Man"; for some reason I started bringing in whatever interesting-looking Oreos they'd have downstairs at Wegmans & now people love to meet up at my desk & give their opinions on said cookies.
One thing we've all pretty much unanimously agreed on is that these are easily the best of the bunch:
So the other day being the last day of work in the office for the year I thought you know what, maybe I'll surprise everybody with one last box before Santa drops in to eat all the cookies in sight. On the walk over to the now very-familiar Oreos section I debated whether or not to bother bringing them in if there were any - and would anybody show up at the office anyway? - & as I turned into the Oreo section there was one lone box, sitting there all by itself.
I took its loneliness a sign that it was meant for The Cookie Man, and I grabbed the box with a full heart. It felt like at least one of the cookies was broken, the box itself had a bit of a humpback to it, but I took it anyway.
I kept walking and suddenly, just one aisle over, there they were - about a dozen boxes of our favorite cookie!! Without hesitation I reached out to grab a "good" box to swap out with the one I already had, but something stopped me...it was as if a voice was telling me that no, the first "broken" box I found was the one meant for me. So I bought it.
The next day at the office I cracked the box open and all of the cookies were perfectly fine, none were broken, and everybody absolutely loved them as usual.
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