The current place where I am working is undergoing construction. I read a sign in the cafe saying that there would be cookies at 3pm every Wednesday. That made me glad.
It’s a new space for me and my co-workers, so I told them. We were all giddy like kids as the time approached yesterday. Then 3:00 came and went. No cookies. I investigated the situation and found that there would be none because of the construction in the kitchen. That made me sad. The promise of something, but then having none is far worse than just going without.
Then today, there were cookies! Otis Spunkmeyer cookies. Which I had not heard about in a long time. But they are still around!
What a perfect idea for an office! I remember hearing about Otis Spunkmeyer years ago and wondering about the name.
The founder, Ken Rawlings, let his 12-year-old daughter come up it. It’s certainly a name that you never forget!
They were warm, gooey and delicious. They were even delivered to us in our office.
All is forgiven.