There it was, beautifully glistening in the sun light, and it whispered to me. Normally cookies resting on park benches don't whisper, but my brain does weird things when it needs sugar. No one else was around and I sat next to the abandoned cookie to wait a bit, maybe the owner would come back for it. It was perfect and round and most importantly, it looked clean. Who knows how long it was left there, but I didn't care. My eyes don't lie. And if it looks OK to eat, that means it IS OK to eat. That's my college education talking right there.
Most of my friends know that I'll eat just about anything. There was that one time working at NYU, when my friend and I walked into a conference room after a party, and I picked something out of the trash can....