Don't you just love it when accidents happen because you want too much of a good thing in whatever moment you're having?
One evening, I was leaving campus after going to my last class for the day. The sun was down and the night filled the sky. I don't know about you, but whenever it's night time, my body begins to immediately shut down. Now that it knows the night is arriving and feels it in the air, it signals me that I should get home quickly.
Due to that, I didn't feel like cooking. I was ready to order takeout near my apartment and head inside. Sadly, I was broke and had raw food in my apartment ready to cook. So I walked into a nearby Whole Foods to get a bottle of olive oil that I need to start cooking.
Luckily, there was a Whole Foods two blocks away in the TriBeCa area. I walked inside and found the olive oil. I was on my way out towards the end of the checkout immediately after getting up. It was after five and I wanted to avoid the major rush hour down at the subway. I turned a corner and temptation was officially triggered.
I entered the aisle that sell baked goods. There were cinnamon rolls, bread, sugar cookies, etc. My eyes first glared at a jumbo sized glazed donut until my eye gazed upon it's next door neighbor; oatmeal raisin cookies.
My legs began to shake and my mouth watered to the point where I was almost drooling. Anyone who knows me know that oatmeal raisin are my all time favorite cookies. I can eat them forever. I stared at the glass, knowing I haven't had a oatmeal raisin in four month.
So what did I do? I grabbed a cookie and fucking bought it.
I made it outside and headed uptown to the nearby subway. I couldn't try waiting to eat it when I got back to my apartment. The smell was coming out of the brown paper bag. My stomach was growling, begging me to have it. It took me twenty steps away from Whole Foods before I decided to eat it.
I went into the bag to try and grab the cookie, but my arm got caught in my backpack's one sleeve strap. The coat wasn't making it easier. I adjusted myself here and there, but I grabbed the cookie. Sadly, the olive oil had to be sacrificed.
I grabbed the cookie, but the entire Whole Foods bag fell off my finger tips. It landed on the concrete so hard, you heard the glass crack in the bag. I picked the bag back up. The bottle part ended up being smashed. I would've saved it, but the oil was already leaking. I had no choice but to throw it away, or else it would've been leaking on the way.
Ain't it funny how something gets sacrificed because you wanted too much of a good thing?