i may have a problem
An internal monologue:
I’m hungry.
Cookies would be good- NO! No cookies! I’m getting a reputation for being some sort of cookie addict. So. No cookies.
Still. I’m hungry.
Wait! I think I have a granola bar! That’s not cookie-like, is it? No! It’s a “granola bar”, not a “cookie”. COMPLETELY different.
So… where did I put that granola bar… noonie-noonie-noo… ah-HAH! Coat pocket! Let’s see…
[Pause filled with much hunting for granola bar.]
Weird. There seems to be a multiple number of granola bars in this coat pocket.
[Pause filled with much rooting around in granola bar-containing pocket.]
Huh.
Why do I have four granola bars in my coat pocket?
I don’t remember grabbing four granola bars this morning.
[Pause filled with much ordering of granola bars into parallel lines on desk in front of me.]
That’s weird. Did I really grab that many granola bars this morning? Or did I grab some another day and not actually get around to eating them? That doesn’t sound like me. Ush-ly iff I bring a grrnola bar, I’ll be shur-
[Pause filled with much examining of slightly smaller ordered set of granola bars on desk in front of me.]
Wait a sec.
I was certain there were were four granola bars a second ago. I must not have counted them correctly. Well, letsh be shurtain ‘n’ coun’ thum kerrecly thish time ar-
[Pause filled with much suspicious glaring at the growing empty spaces between the individual granola bars on desk in front of me.]
Now I KNOW there were three granola bars a second ago. Unlesh I’mmm devlooping shome short of b’ind spot ‘n muh vishon-
[Pause filled with much frantic scrambling as the set previously containing a multiple number of granola bars has seemingly transformed into a set containing but a single granola bar.]
Okay, someone’s definitely trying to freak me out or something. Just a minute ago there wur duhfuntely two gruh-nola b’rsh ‘n thuh deshk ‘n frunt uhf me ‘n’ now thersh ‘nly-
[Pause filled with much silent contemplation of the empty desk in front of me.]
Where did these crumbs come from?
[Pause.]
I’m hungry.




November 7th, 2006 at 4:11 pm
Are you sure those weren’t cookies masquerading as granola bars? Even so, as long as the disguise was initiated by the cookies themselves you’re okay. If on the other hand, besides different fingers you find evidence of hallucinatory granola bar cookie masking… that might be a problem.
*I’m* having a problem understanding what I just typed, so I’m sure if that’s what happened, there’s a problem somewhere.
November 7th, 2006 at 4:18 pm
My 11th grade biology teacher told me there were trace amounts of naturally occurring LSD in granola.
I’m just sayin’.
November 7th, 2006 at 4:47 pm
Are you sure you didn’t shove rum cake in your pocket?
November 8th, 2006 at 6:37 am
You are a cookie fiend…….no snack based item is secure……..
November 8th, 2006 at 10:26 am
RJ: With some of the granola bars they’re selling nowadays, the line between granola bar and cookie is getting mighty thin. And don’t worry, I’m not exactly certain what I wrote either, so we’re even.
Mike: The scary thing was, I wrote that stone cold sober.
Suldog: (see above comment)
birchsprite: It’s true. I have a problem.