I was walking around after work. Over at the corner of Queen and Spadina this really cheerful woman was handing out things from a basket. As I passed she gave me a cookie from that basket while exclaiming “Happy Valentine’s Day! Spread the love!” The cookie was thin and heart-shaped. The heart was dotted with sprinkles and had a little centre of some blue chewy thing. It was in a small plastic baggie and had a quoted line of prose written in Times New Roman on a little slip of paper inside. According to the slip, the line on mine was from The Secret Life of Bees. Anyway, I’m sure I smirked when i got it, but at the very least I gave her thanks. She was just so earnest. I stuffed the cookie in my pocket. Well, one obvious thought crossed my mind.
Yeah, what if the cookie was poisoned? Accepting food from a total stranger? Craziness. Well, hours later, I remembered how earnest and enthusiastic the youthful woman was. And upon looking at the cookie I figured that if there’s something wrong with it I probably wouldn’t be horribly poisoned from it. So…I did the unthinkable: I ate it.
And here I lie, writing about it. My faith in humanity is restored.




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