The Great Cookie Caper

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.”





About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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8 Responses to The Great Cookie Caper

  1. quiall says:

    hahaha How diabolical! She’s in on it!!!


  2. msmcword says:

    You are lucky that I am not in the kitchen with your wife when she is putting the groceries away; I would probably eat the other eleven cookies.


  3. Love the punch line – I’m still laughing. All good investigations start at home, I suppose.


  4. Great laugh, inspector.


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