I admittedly have a sweet tooth. More like a full set actually. I can’t say I crave sweets, but if they are in the house, I will find them. Particularly if it’s a cookie. I love cookies. Any kind. So it was that I became aware of the Great Cookie Caper.
One of the grocery stores we frequent has a bakery on site which, among other confections, makes a mean cookie. They sell them a dozen to a bag and offer many varieties, chocolate chip and M&M being my favorites. So it is rare that I make it past the bakery counter without replenishing my stash.
One evening before going to bed, I decided to have a snack and remembered that earlier that day we had bought a new bag of cookies. So I poured a glass of milk and upon opening the bag I removed one and, for whatever reason, decided to count them. To my chagrin and shock, I found there was only ten left. Not eleven. Just ten. Bummer. Of all the bags of cookies in the bakery, I had to pick the bag that only had eleven.
Most people would have moved on and forgotten about it, and I guess to some degree, I did too. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that, upon another late night raid of a new bag, I decided to count them again. I counted them once, and then twice. I could not believe that there were only eleven cookies. Now this was getting serious. Once may be a mistake. But twice gave rise to being a conspiracy.
My mind started to race. How diabolical I thought. How many shoppers would actually count their cookies. Not many, and if they did, so what. They would probably mentally write it off as a mistake. So if they even only put eleven cookies in every third or fourth bag, it wouldn’t take long to start raking in the coins. After all. A bag cost three dollars. This was big time.
Now I was on a mission. As a representative of the people and cookie lovers everywhere, I felt it was my duty to lay bare this plot. But how. If I started opening the bags in the store, I was sure to come under criticism from store personnel as well as my wife. I would just have to be diligent in my quest and start documenting my findings. I would simply count them immediately after bringing them home logging the date and flavor until I had substantial proof to further my case.
So it was the next time that I purchased cookies, I took them out of the bag upon arriving home and proceeded to count them, and of course, as luck would have it. there was a full dozen.
“What are you doing?” my wife asked.
“I’m counting the cookies” I replied.
“Can I ask why” she inquired.
“Because we have been being ripped off. The last few bags of cookies we bought only had eleven cookies.”
“I find that hard to believe” she said. “There must have been a mistake.”
“No mistake” I said. “It is happening too often to be a mistake, and I plan to get to the bottom of it.”
“Suit yourself inspector” she said. “While you are investigating, hand me a cookie.”
“I didn’t think you liked these cookies all that much” I said.
“I don’t” she replied. ” But I usually eat one while I am putting away the groceries.”