One Little Cookie, One Big Fuss

Tonight at work, my boss Big Boss got some cookies from the Great American Cookie Company. She was asking everyone if they wanted one. She asked me, and I said no. I was obviously the only employee who refused a cookie.

"Why not??!!" asked Big Boss in an incredulous tone.

The assistant manager, Big Boss But a Little Bit Littler Than Big Boss, said, "She's dieting."

"One little cookie won't hurt!" Big Boss said.

I told her thank you anyway, but I heard Big Boss and another employee continue to talk about it.

"I don't know how one little cookie is going to matter," Big Boss said to Employee X, and Employee X said something that I couldn't make out.

I went on with my tasks, trying to get them finished in a timely manner so as to get out of there and rest my weary head at home. By and By, Big Boss slid up to me, put her arm around me, and said in a hushed tone, right into my ear, "Ooooo, Tari, that cookie was so good. It tasted so good and it was warm and chewy. And it was chocolate chip, too. Oooo, that cookie was so good."

I said, "Well, my size 10 jeans are going to be really good, too."

Everyone laughed.