I’ve started a 30-day no sugar/alcohol challenge (because apparently I’m a masochist), so I am craving allllllllll the foodz right now.
So I wanted nothing more than to give someone the gift of refined sugar and empty calories my deprived pleasure receptors are craving so badly. I don’t know most of my neighbours, just friendly “hellos and goodbyes” and casual banter, but there’s a new couple that moved in just two doors down. (Disclaimer: I am 99.9% sure they’re a couple because they are way too good looking and well dressed to be straight. Seriously, they look like they just stepped out of my Pinterest board.)
In lieu of gifting them with burnt cookies (which would be inevitable if I attempted to bake), I bought them a box of my favourites, stuck a post-it on them that said, “WELCOME TO THE BUILDING,” gingerly placed them at their door and hightailed it back to my apartment.
It took everything in me not to have a nibble (or just shove the damn box down my gobbler). Sigh. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some chicken breast and broccoli to attend to.
Total Kindness Cost: $5