One of my coworkers made a run to Dunkin’ Donuts the other day. When he returned, he ate what he brought back, but seems a bit irate. He starts searching his desk. Under his paperwork. Even in his trash can.
“Is there a cookie over there? God damn it, I think she forgot my cookie.”
And he is about to lose it. Apparently, this must be a really good cookie. So much so, that he picks up his trash can, puts it on his desk, and proceeds to remove everything to check for it. There is no cookie.
“Damn it. I paid $1.69, and no cookie. That’s really the whole reason I went over there in the first place.”
A couple of us that are watching the entertainment tell him that he should just go back and tell the girl that she forgot the cookie. DD was literally a block away. He refuses, deciding to stay angry, instead. Any mention for the duration of the day pretty much sets him off.
Later that day, after I had given blood, I decided to grab an extra package of cookies from the recovery table. He was grateful fro them, but I think it just made him angrier inside.
I was going to write this entry the day it happened, but I got lazy. Fortunately, because I delayed, I can give resolution to the story.
He went back to the on Thursday, and the same girl happened to be behind the counter. When he went up and ordered a cookie, she asked him if he had been there the other day. When he said that he had, she apologized and said that as soon as he left, she realized that she had not put the cookie in the bag. Then she gave him the cookie that he just ordered at no charge.
He was finally happy.
Black 6, out.
