Cookies (standard:humor, 1408 words)
Author: BENTLINK	Added: Oct 02 2011	Views/Reads: 2961/1928	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Sometimes those front door deals work out for the best.

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“Oh yes find lady but grandfather say first I must say to you good
fortune cookies only work one time each cookie when you take from box.” 


The cookie box was heaver than Mary had expected.  She was very
surprised when the little girl handed over a heavy walled black lacquer 
box. She had instead expected some slap dash printing job on cheap 
flimsy cardboard with some rat crap contaminated stale cookies inside.  
  The hinged arched top with metal latch bore a hand painted rice 
planting scene and each of its sides displayed more hand painting that 
pictured the four seasons.  The tiny winter scene was so true to life 
when fingered it was cold to the touch.  Mary felt herself such a fool 
because the box alone was worth far more than the ten dollars she had 
so grudgingly paid. 

May walked to the kitchen and placed the ornate little box on the
counter near the sink then drew herself a glass of water.  She had 
taken only one sip when again the doorbell rang. Irritated Mary walked 
once more to the front door and opened it without brothering to use the 
security lens.  Her irritation at being disturbed again was short 
lived. 

Mary's next-door neighbor Alice rushed past Mary.  In a breathless voice
Alice, ask, “How much was the check for I didn't see any balloons or 
the TV crew so it must have been one of their smaller prizes.  So how 
much was it for or was it a car or vacation trip?  Will you get to be 
on TV and get to go to New York?  I saw the big black stretch town car. 
 Mary will you please say something.  That was publisher clearinghouse 
right? Don't just stand there, tell me something.” 

“Sit down Alice let me make some coffee and please take a deep breath
and relax.  Here let's try one of these cookies I just bought.  A very 
nice box with each cookie individually wrapped in gold foil. It was not 
publishers; it was not a prize, what you saw was a little girl selling 
these cookies.” 

“Look Mary we have been friends a long time and if you don't want me to
know how much or what you won that's okay but don't lie to my face.  
When you won't confide in your friends it hurts their feelings.” 

Mary shakes her head and points to the open lacquer box on the kitchen
counter just as phone rings. 

“Hello.  Hi John I am glad you called, Alice and I we just sitting down
to a cup of coffee and a good fortune cookie. Yes, your money and keys 
too?  I understand what do you plan to do about your lunch bill?  No, I 
understand I will be there when you get off from work.  No, please do 
not worry dear I will call the bank. I have the theft and fraud number 
on the back of my visa card.  I will have them freeze the account and 
the police will find your car soon because you can report it stolen 
just as soon as you hang up with me.” 

I am sorry Alice that coffee will have to wait John's jacket with his
wallet and car keys in the pockets was stolen right off the back of his 
chair at lunch today.  I have told him a hundred not to eat in hole in 
the wall greasy spoon restaurants. He said he saw a man drive his car 
out of the company parking lot as he headed back to work. 

Before Mary could make the call to the bank, the doorbell again rang.   
 A young police officer was just reaching out to knock when she opened 
the door. 

“Are you Mary Worth wife of John Worth?”  He asked without preamble. 

“I'm Mrs. Worth are you here about the car? 

“Your husband has been involved in an accident and it is department
policy to make direct contact with the next of kin as soon as possible 
after an incident of this kind so they can avoid the shock of learning 
of a love ones death from the media.  I am sorry for your loss.” 

“There has been a terrible mistake I just got off the phone with my
husband. 

“No Mrs. Worth the officers responding to the accident found a valid
drivers license and other identification on the body of the driver.  No 
mistake it is you husband.” 

Mary began to at first to chuckle and then to laugh aloud. 

“Those are the best cookies I ever tasted!”. 


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