Today I had a busy morning. It was cold and extremely windy, plus I was incredibly sore from yesterday’s run outside – my body has to get used to the impact again – so running was a no-go. Instead I went down to the basement and did a Les Mills Combat DVD during lunch.
I then started working on a project. About an hour before I was off work, I had to go to another floor to talk to someone about a client. My timing SUCKED because just then I saw a transaction go down.
Yes, I witnessed someone buying one of the most addictive substances known to man…
(Ominous music plays)
GIRL SCOUT COOKIES!!
And the buyer proceeded to immediately OPEN the box and happily shoveled a few into his mouth.
Of course it couldn’t be Thin Mints or another flavor I don’t really care about – NOOOOOOOO. It had to be Tagalongs – you know the delicious peanut butter with chocolate covering it…
Given my bordering on pathological addiction to peanut butter, I almost stroked out. Especially when he offered me one and before I could barely shake my head no, he took about 5 more and happily began plowing through them.
I practically ran for the stairs. If there was any justice in this world – the simple act of refusing these crack like substances from hell should have made 5 pounds immediately drop off of me as I climbed 2 flights of stairs. But we all know there is no fucking justice to be found!
I lamented what had just happened to my co-worker. And before anyone thinks that I am judging the cookie eater, let me assure you that I am not. I realize that this is my issue and it’s about total and complete jealousy – pure and simple.
Not because he got to eat some Girl Scout cookies. No, but because in his world having a few cookies is no big deal. He wanted some and he ate them. I lived in that world once. But it didn’t work out so well for me!
Me, I drank some hazelnut coffee. While visions of Tagalongs danced in my head….