Except it wasn't a cookie, it was my tooth. It was my perfect, grand sized molar, and it didn't crumble, it cracked from top to bottom and split all the way to the gum, and broke.
And the restaurant owner didn't even apologize.
Now the lunch thank you I bought for my sister has turned into a nine hundred dollar crown, and an unknown cost of gum surgery.
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