Recently I was in another short fiasco with an adorable woman who got cold feet, or her meds wore off and she did a 180.
Not the first, not the last.
I was cleaning my place the other day and I noticed the COOKIE SHEETS. Oh shit she had left her cookie sheets. I flashed back to that wonderful New Years Day date when we made dinner and cookies and then watched a shitty movie before ravaging each others bodies.
Now, after the deal went south, I was staring at her fucking cookie sheets. I thought I might put them at the bottom of my cat's litter box and make shit cookies. I thought I might toss them out the window. I thought I might bend them in half.
But no, I texted her and with my ego up my ass....
I wrote, "I have your cookie sheets."
She wrote, "Oh yeah.."
LONG PAUSE..
I wrote, "So what do you wanna do about it?"
She wrote, "I don't know. What do you wanna do?"
Give me a fucking break! DO YOU WANT YOUR FUCKING COOKIE SHEETS!?!?!?!
I wrote, "Well I got them here if you want them."
She wrote, "I want them."
I wrote, "So what do you wanna come get them?"
She wrote, "I guess. Where?"
I thought to myself, annoyed at best, the fucking COOKIE SHEETS were in my apartment so WHERE was fucking HERE!!!
I wrote, "Here, where they sit. "
I was damned if I was going to come bring them to her or meet in some public place for the exchange. They were hers, she should have taken them with her, but she didn't, so now we had to deal with this bullshit over fucking cookie sheets.
She wrote, "Ok, I'll get back to you and let you know..."
So how long do I wait before I take those fucking cookie sheets and bury them in the Las Vegas desert.
Fucking COOKIE SHEETS.
