I was at the airport on a long layover and I was listening to a conversation between these two guys who had just started talking. Not eavesdropping – just, it was loud enough for everyone in earshot to hear.
The one guy offers the other guy some home-made cookies. “They’re really good. A variety, chocolate chip and more.” He hands the baggie to the other guy.
The other guy dives in and helps himself. “Oh! That’s really good!” He hands the baggie back, “Did your Mom make these for you?”
“Nah. A slut made them.”
Wow! I wanted to jump out of my seat and rip that guy’s head off. But I controlled myself. I waited to see if the other guy would say anything. But, no, they just went on with their conversation.
I’m still angered by this. In this context, there was nothing sexy about calling the baker “a slut.” He was denigrating her.
I think that baking cookies for someone is an act of love. I’m a very lucky girl that Thor baked delicious cookies and sent them to me at Dark Odyssey Summer Camp. It makes me feel so special.
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1 smalls // Oct 9, 2009 at 7:19 am
Cookies are love! So are brownies…I think I ‘ll make some more for the reunion! Good job not ripping his head off, but I hope you gave him a dirty look!
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