I went to my office and there was a plate of cookies on my desk in a plastic bag with “DeafGeoff” written on it. No joke. No card, no note, no idea where it came from.
The question is… should I eat them?
They DO look good. Chocolate chip, mmm…
But mom always said I shouldn’t eat anything from strangers, and I really have no idea where these came from. I mean, I certainly don’t think I’d open a strangely wrapped package with no return address either:
“Who’s going to bomb you? An airline? For all the stupid little peanut jokes?”
“Oh, I suppose you think you’re bombable.”
“There’s a couple people who wouldn’t mind having me out of the way.”
“There’s more than a couple.”