All of Savannah's Great American Cookie Company's have closed. We used to have two. Now there are none. As in zero. As in, I had to go through a period of mourning.
I tried to see where the closest one is to Savannah. It's in Jacksonville. If you ever hear that we've gone to Jacksonville you know what for. Don't let the reason we give fool you. It will be so I can get a double doozie.
I actually looked up Great American Cookie Co. website to see if they will let you order and ship a cookie to your house. They don't. I went through another period of mourning.
Now I've arrived at the conclusion that I will just have to go rob one of their stores. When I would go get a cookie I would always watch the girl go back to the large vat of icing they keep in the back, so I know exactly where to look. I'll need somebody to drive the getaway car, though... Any volunteers? I can pay you in icing.
So now the one thing that I look forward to about my birthday is no longer available to me. Now it's just another day in the stupid, depressing month of January. No more chocolate chips... No more calling and telling them to forget writing a message on the cookie cake "just take the icing and paint the whole cookie about three layers thick, please." No more eating all that cookie in 48 hours and then swearing I'll never eat another again, only to go back in two days for a double doozie. No more whispering sweet nothings to each slice. No. Life is all emptiness. It is nothing but a vapor in the wind.
Woe to me.
Woe I say!
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