Don Danny, my gym buddy, brought in the most adorable sugar cookies today. Yes, that is a sugar cookie as big as my face decorated like a face. Adorable. Anyway I wanted one but not a whole one but couldn't cut one because they were so cute so my friend Mark said, "Oh, just take a whole one home and save it for later." I figured, eh, he's right, it'll be fine. I started walking home and my cookie almost blew out of my hand so I figured I'd better try a bite in case something happens to it-so much for willpower, right? The bite was wonderful, of course. And I'm walking, walking. All I can think about is how I should should save the cookie for later, but maybe one more bite is ok-once again, no willpower. I go to take another bite and wham! I get splatter in mud and dirty street water from some jerk driving 2 blocks from home. Not one other car sprayed a drip on me the whole walk. There is a special place in hell reserved for those who ruin other people's food. Especially dessert. When he got splashed, there was dirty water under his eyes like he was crying.