Yesterday I was the tickled-pink recipient of a free chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwich at Carl’s Jr., my love-the-food-hate-the-calories fast food destination.
Satisfied with my burger combo I’d just consumed, I placed the dessert in the freezer to enjoy the next day. After all, what could happen to a chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwich in a mere 24 hours?
Today I was winding down at work and received a picture text on my phone of my beloved cookie sandwich.
It was followed by the word: “Warning.”
Beads of sweat started to form on my brow.
Only seconds later another dreadful bzzz came from my phone. And a picture appeared showing that what I feared had come to pass.