No Good Cookies Part 2: Enter the Wingman

(If you need a refresher to understand the situation, please read the post "No Good Cookies" from November 22.)

So let me start by explaining how great my Saturday had been. I slept in until 10:30, Napoleon made me an awesome lunch, and I had enjoyed watching college football and at the time, I was watching the Florida vs Alabama game sprawled out on the couch. Napoleon was in the bathroom shaving.

We got an unexpected knock at the door and as is our custom, I simply shouted "Come in!" and the door opened to reveal a tall girl who claimed that we had a plate of hers. I remembered the plate. How could I forget this girl's tactic. Now she was coming over unannounced to pick this plate, but she was obviously coming over to try and talk with her intended target: Napoleon. This girl is pretty gutsy and knows what she wants. Napoleon is in no condition to come out (halfway through shaving) nor does he want to come out and face an awkward conversation with someone who wants answers.

So she and I go to the kitchen to looking for this plate. Wouldn't you know, we can't find it. After a couple minutes she starts to laugh this "I can't believe this" laugh and explains that this plate is her roommate's who is moving out at the end of the semester. I leave her looking for a second and go run into the bathroom to ask Napoleon where the plate is and he says that it has to be here. Not wanting to deal with the situation (and without a shirt on and shaving cream smattered on half his face he was clearly in no position to deal with the situation), he turned on the shower and made his escape.

After a couple more minutes of looking through the kitchen until I assure her that we'll find it and Napoleon will get in contact with her and let her know when we have it. So she emphasizes again that she needs the plate for her roommate and leaves 0 for 2: no plate and no face time with Napoleon. But she did leave her mark with her second interesting blog post of the semester.

-A.T.H.