Mid morning I made my usual visit to the bathroom and on my walk back to my desk glanced towards Marcus' direction looking for his warm brown eyes to be glancing up at me and this is what my eyes were met with. (Sign added at end of day)...
It was inevitable. Marcus von Chipensburg is no longer with us. He has been replaced by a plethura of individually wrapped Life Savers. Where were the Life Savers when Marcus needed to be saved????? The poor, lonely, potentially stale cookie with the haunting chocolate chip eyes, hung in there just about 3 full weeks.
Taking a good long look at the jar he was in, for argument sake, there had to be at least 26 cookies to start with. With that the jar was filled on/about July 5th, 25 cookies were eaten in 4 days. If 25 cookies were eaten in 4 days – why the hell was (1) cookie left? Did the full stomach meter hit and it was an absolute stop? So you ate about 6 cookies per day but only (1) left and you couldn’t just pop it in your mouth and be done with it? I will never be able to fully understand the logic in this.
I did try to see if he was actually eaten or thrown out and unfortunately I have no true ending as the garbage was collected before I had a chance to do a visual glance through it . My last resort is to post Missing Poster...what do you think?
In honor of Marcus and all Chocolate Chip Cookies (that forbidden quick king of desserts). You might of read this a long time ago but it is a cute story (and diet related):
HE WAS ONLY A CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE, BUT I LOVED HIM.
I met him at a party. There he was at the end of the buffet....a loner; the last one on the plate. He had a certain something...a sweetness, a sensuality. He was one hot cookie. I felt as if I'd always known him...hungered for him. When he looked at me with those warm brown eyes, I melted. Before I knew it, I had my hands on him, my mouth on him...in public. After that night, we were inseparable. With him I could be myself. he didn't seem to care what mood I was in, how I looked or even if I gained weight. Together we had the recipe for happiness. No one satisfied me like Chip.
THEN THINGS CHANGED
My friends said he was no good for me. They were not impressed by the fact that he was rich, too. They told me that he would eventually cost me both physically and financially, though I thought he satisfied all my physical and material needs. But then he started to give me heartburn. I was feeling sick, and I was definitely spending too much money just to have him. I felt crumby, but it had to end. Now we've gone our separate ways. I hardly think of him anymore. Oh, if I see a certain TV commercial, a particular magazine ad, a coupon for cents off...that old longing returns. And when we run into each other in the supermarket, we nod. We're friendly. But it's OVER!!