It is 10:44 in the morning. It is not technically time for cookies.
Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies kindly made and brought in by my co-worker Erica (who probably didn’t intend for them to be opened and eaten before she even got to her desk…)
So… turns out it IS time for cookies.
But it’s like wait, Leandra, you could wait until after lunch and then…No, no absolutely not. That’s just rude.