The kitchen at our firm is legendary for its cookies. Some of our lawyers intentionally schedule their meetings in the afternoon so they can get a plate of cookies to munch on while the discussion is proceeding.
But when the scheduled meeting is ended, and before the conference room table is cleared by the staff, the office cookie culprits go on the prowl. They might just be innocently passing by when the sight of an available plate of cookies in an empty conference room tempts them into action, or they might intentionally take a foraging swing past all of the conference rooms to see whether there are any cookie remains that could provide them with a sugar boost during the mid-afternoon lull. Whatever the reason, the abandoned cookie plates don’t hold on to their cookies for long.
When I left the meeting in this particular conference room yesterday, the cookie plate was virtually full, but when I passed by a short time later, the cookie culprits had been at it in force, leaving only orphaned oatmeal raisin and sugar cookies — and another sugar cookie from which somebody had taken two huge bites. Hey, and what’s with putting a half-eaten cookie back on the cookie plate? I thought the cookie culprits were more genteel than that.