I needed an afternoon snack yesterday. It was time to comb the area to see if anyone had brought in an extra bag of chips or some leftover Valentine’s Day candy.
As I wandered into the break room, I remembered that last Friday the company brought in box lunches from Planet Sub for our meeting. I checked, and sure enough, there were a couple of them left in the community fridge near the training room. They consisted of a sandwich, chips, cookie, and pickle.
Needing only a snack, I opened one of the boxes. A-ha! Peanut butter cookie. All mine. No breach of etiquette; this was all leftover stuff that anyone was welcome to take.
I opened the plastic wrap and broke off one edge of the cookie.
It was friggin’ GOOD. We’re talking a top-notch PB cookie. Soft and chewy, sweet and heavy on the peanut butter flavor.
It didn’t take long to work my way toward the center of the cookie. I was typing an email when I broke off another bite…
…and I had to spit it out.
My face contorted as an odd yet familiar flavor…damn it, NOOOOO!
The cookie was not 100% sealed on the bottom.
Neither was the pickle spear that was also in the box lunch.
You may guess that pickle juice + PB cookie = FAIL. You would be correct.
Add the fact that I hate pickles to begin with, and I was pert near angry at that point.
The cookie was nothing but a tasty Trojan Horse for that nasty, acidic pickle.
Those diabolical cucumbers…this isn’t over.