Image by ifindkarma via FlickrI took my daughters to church yesterday. After the service, my older girl went to volunteer with the preschoolers, which she does once a month. To kill time, my younger girl and I walked over to this very excellent bakery. We bought some cookies, enough to share with some friends also killing time at church, and we went back to wait for Older Girl.
We were eating cookies and talking when another friend started to walk by. I said, "Hey, Jim, wanna cookie?"
Jim didn't hear me. But some other guy I've never seen in my life did hear me. Instantly, he was at my side staring in my bakery box. "Yes," he said. "I'd love one." His fingers danced over the cookies. "Hmmm...which one...I'll have this." He pulled out this gorgeous, enormous mocha cookie, took a bite, and walked away. "Thank you very much."
I stood there, mouth open, speechless (which was, perhaps, a first). Finally, I managed, "I've never seen that guy in my life. He took my mocha cookie."
Curious conversation ensued, but no one else seemed quite as flabbergasted as I was. I even said, "I'm flabbergasted."
Younger Girl, embarrassed AT ME, because, obviously, I am the one who should be embarrassed, said, "That's not even a word."