Cookie monster.

So our office orders supplies from an exclusively on-line company. I like their customer service and their prices can't be beat, although their bargain basement price tags alarm me just enough that it's quite possible most of their wares fall off the back of a truck.

Anyway.

A co-worker ordered supplies, which were delivered yesterday. Amongst the usual pens and paper, we also found [surprise!] a tin of cookies. Oh, happy day! Mmmmm a delightful blue treasure chest, full of Royal Dansk danish butter cookies-- high class all the way. We didn't order cookies, but figured they were a nice appreciation gift for spending more than $200 on our purchase. I tell you we did some damage...this was binge eating at its finest and we enjoyed every little bit of our afternoon treat!


That is, until I stopped noshing long enough to wipe the crumbs from my face and answer the phone. Our dear delivery guy was calling to see if we had received a box to RJPS.

"Nope. Not here." I answer.

"OK, well it has some pens and paper. Looks like I have your box of supplies and I must have mixed them up...oh, and there's a package of cookies in there."

Me: ".......................................Umm. Let me put you on hold for a second and see what I can find."

SHIT. Shitshitshitshitshit. Not only had I already distributed aallll the office supplies amongst our departments -like the benevolent spirit I am- but the cookies were six feet under. And there, next to our confectionary graveyard lay the packing slip -invoiced to RJPS- with a cookie tin line item.

Do I lie? If I lie, do I say there were never any cookies in the first place? Or just say we never got the box at all? Do I tell the truth and expose our glutton?

I simply told him we had indeed received the RJPS delivery and arranged for a switcheroo. This morning, we hid the evidence by destroying the [ghostly empty] blue cookie tin and claimed there were never any cookies. I also couldn't bear to tell him that our executive chef blatently stole a gel pen from the mixed-up supplies, with no remorse.

The kicker? He brought us a tin of cookies, just because.