Sweet Surrender
The super-delayed flight put me in a hotel. The staff looked at me and said, "You need this," handing me TWO bags, each holding a warm cookie. OMG, the aroma. I've been a sugar-avoider; politely thanked their gesture. But brought them to the room (well... um... you know...). . I threw my bag and put those cookies on the desk. My disciplines said, "I'm just going to sleep." But the aroma summoned something blue and hairy, with googly eyes. I became blue. Super hairy. And my hairy blue fingers tapped the desk, inching closer to the bags of cookies... three inches to go, two, one... My voice changed. "ME WANT COOKIE!" My wiggle eyes danced. "ME EAT COOKIE!" Cookie crumbs flew around. "OM NOM NOM NOM!" . Delayed flights came with a side of sweet, sweet surrender