October 2nd, 2009

planet

cookies and despair

Yesterday morning I walked out to my car in the parking lot, and had to step over about half a dozen cookies on the ground.

It was quite possibly one of the worst things I've ever seen.

These were obviously fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies. Golden brown, fluffy like clouds. I'd guess they were made with crisco, not butter. They were not too big or small.

I thought of the pain some poor person went through, making those cookies only to drop them in the parking lot. I wondered why they didn't go five-second rule. It wasn't a whole batch, maybe they did try to pick some up, or didn't drop them all? It'd been raining in the night so the ground was a little damp. One cookie looked like it had already been run over.

I've seen some horrible things in parking lots. Dirty diapers, used condoms, dead baby birds. But honestly nothing bothered me quite as much as these cookies. I'm been haunted by the tragic vision.