Mmm...Cookies...

So the other day (Monday, I believe) I was walking home with one of my friends (let's call him...Mr X) after school, but instead of going straight home, we decided to walk to Trax first with some of our other friends. They got on their train, and we decided we had better walk back. Between the Trax station and the sidewalk, there's this little tiny road that takes like 2 seconds to cross, so we decided we might as well just jaywalk, because waiting for the light takes so dang long. I'm about to step out into the road when I think, "Oh, I might want to check to make sure no cars are coming..." Nope, no cars, but the train was. Obviously, because I'm writing this, I didn't jaywalk after all, because stepping out in front of a train sounds like a terrible idea. Anyways, Mr X didn't check the road, and was about to step out into it when I grabbed his arm and yelled, "Wait!" Luckily he did, and I didn't have to watch one of my best friends die a horrible death.

Anyways, after I saved his life, he shook my hand and said, "Wow, thanks, Kristina! I'm genuinely grateful. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" At first I said no, but he said, "No, really, is there anything I can do?" So I said, "Yes! Make me cookies, and drop them off on my porch one day (soon) when I'm not expecting it!" I had to add the "soon," because one of my other friends still owes me cookies from about 2 months ago (for getting me grounded for the first and second times in my entire life. But that's a different story.) Anyways, I was quite looking forward to the idea of homemade cookies, especially if they're hand delivered to my house.

Cut to Thursday night. I had just had the worst day of my life, for no apparent reason; it was just all around awful. I was on facebook, talking to Mr X, when all of a sudden he says, "slug-bug blue PUNCH!" You see, we play the bingo and slug-bug game. The one where you hit each other for slug-bugs and yellow cars. (We also punch each other for purple flowers, but that's just because apparently we're violent children who like to hit things.) Anyways, I wondered why he would be saying that, and came to the conclusion that a blue slug-bug must have just driven by his house.

A couple minutes after this mysterious comment, the doorbell rings. It was about 10 PM, and my mom was sitting there in her pajamas. She basically goes and hides somewhere no one will see her and says, "Who's ringing the doorbell at this time of night?! John, go answer the door, and get rid of them fast." So, my brother answers the door and says, "It's just a plate of cookies..." I go running to the door screaming, "It's for meeeee!!!" Mmm. Mr X made me cookies as per our agreement, and they were still warm, and the chocolate chips were all gooey. And on the side of the plate, there was a little blue toy slug-bug.

And that, my friends, is why it always pays off to save people's lives.