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Simon Blackquill found himself in a dilemma. He could smash the red ceramic cookie jar that had his hand trapped which would alert the police and detectives at the precinct. Or he could try to hide his predicament until he could find someone to help him, someone who won’t laugh at the ridiculous situation he was in.
He continued to try to pull his hand free. He wasn’t going to let himself get embarrassed by a cookie jar. It would be best to avoid running into anyone while stuck. News traveled fast. If someone helped him, it might not be kept a secret for long. Whenever someone spilled coffee on themselves, they became the joke of the day. This would last a week, maybe more.
The door to the break room opened, and he immediately hid the jar behind his back.
“Hey, Pal!” Detective Gumshoe greeted as he walked to the counter.
Blackquill gave a quick nod as a greeting and stepped aside to give Gumshoe more space at the counter. He considered asking the detective for help. He has heard of the accidents Gumshoe had found himself in. The detective didn’t seem the kind to laugh at other’s…mishaps, no matter how absurd they seemed.
“Have you seen a cookie jar?” The detective asked. “I heard that there was a red jar-not hard to miss, they said- full of cookies from that new bakery. Everyone says that those sample cookies are really good!”
Shaken from his reverie, Blackquill took a step back and the cookie jar hit the wall behind him. There was no way to hide his situation now.
“Yes.” Blackquill answered the detective’s previous question as he moved his trapped hand from behind his back.
“Is your hand stuck?”
“It is.” Blackquill answered, trying to keep his voice leveled as he glared at the jar.
Smashed it! I should have smashed it.
“Don’t worry, pal! That happens to the best of us! I’ve had my hand stuck in a cookie jar too. I couldn’t break it though! It was a gift. It turned out that I wanted that cookie so badly that I didn’t let it go. You know they say that the last cookie is the best one! Anyway, I let go of the cookie and I got my hand out without a problem.”
Blackquill sighed in resignation; he barely noticed that he still held onto the cookie. In his hurry to free his hand, he didn’t realize that his hand formed a fist around the treat.
Blackquill slowly placed the jar back onto the counter. A muffled tap was heard after he dropped the cookie. Then he made his way to the door. He couldn’t believe that the solution was that simple.
“Hey, wait pal!” Gumshoe called out. He was holding half of a chocolate chip cookie towards him.
He couldn’t stop himself from giving the detective a puzzled glance.
“Here, it’s the last one.” The detective said as Blackquill accepted the piece.