Friday 5 June 2015

Cookie - A Steve rant

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‘Here, this is for you.’ Johnny said.
‘What is it?’ Steve asked, looking at the paper bag on the table. Steve opened the bag and saw a delicious looking choc chip cookie sitting innocently in front of him.
‘That my friend is the best cookie you will ever eat, I got it from Šalek.’ Johnny said. ‘It was so good I bought some more for my friends and one for you. I don’t think I can ever eat a cookie from anywhere else again.’
‘No! Don’t tell me that?’ Steve said, covering his ears. ‘Don’t tell me that.’
‘Why not?’ Johnny said.
‘Well you’ve just given me a dilemma, you say it’s the best cookie in the world, the cookie to ruin all other cookies, so now what am I supposed to do?  Do I try the cookie and then spend the rest of my life being disappointed by other cookies or never eat it and never know the ecstasy of the cookie?’
‘Just eat the bloody cookie,’ Johnny said.
‘Easy for you to say, you ate it without knowing it was a game changer, but I have the evidence in front of me, you’ve armed me with the knowledge. This is a life changing decision.’
‘Okay so keep the cookie and eat it on your death bed.’ Johnny said.
‘That would be even worse,’ Steve said, ‘imagine discovering the taste sensation just before you are going to die. You’d shuffle off this mortal coil racked with regret that you had missed out on that bliss all your life. What to do? What to do?’
‘So just eat the bloody cookie,’ Johnny said.
Steve smiled, ‘and then what,’ he said warming to his task. ‘Find myself on a train station cafe somewhere, looking at their choc chip cookies, craving one but knowing they will not match the cookie paradise contained in that bag.’  Steve pointed to the bag on the table. ‘Then you give in to the temptation, buy the second-rate cookie and then what? Tears fall down your face and splash on to the table as the disappointment kicks in, the tears making the mediocre cookie even soggier, while innocent bystanders try to comfort you, unable to comprehend the cookie-induced melancholy.’

‘Steve just eat the bloody cookie,’ Johnny said ‘or else I will take it back and give it to my mum.’ Johnny got up and headed to the bar while Steve took a bite of the cookie which melted deliciously on his tongue, he hated to admit it, but Johnny had been right, it was bloody delicious.

3 comments:

  1. Petra Goláňová5 June 2015 at 16:54

    I like these lines:
    Steve opened the bag and saw a delicious looking choc chip cookie sitting innocently in front of him.
    Steve smiled, ‘and then what,’ he said warming to his task. ‘Find myself on a train station cafe somewhere, looking at their choc chip cookies, craving one but knowing they will not match the cookie paradise contained in that bag.’ Steve pointed to the bag on the table. ‘Then you give in to the temptation, buy the second-rate cookie and then what? Tears fall down your face and splash on to the table as the disappointment kicks in, the tears making the mediocre cookie even soggier, while innocent bystanders try to comfort you, unable to comprehend the cookie-induced melancholy.’

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  2. Petra Goláňová5 June 2015 at 17:02

    https://youtu.be/I5e6ftNpGsU

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  3. To have had and lost or not to have had at all - that is the question. I wonder what you think.

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