They’re A Few Chocolate Chips Short Of A Cookie

I’m working in a cookie shop.

Customer: “Hello. I’d like two cookies, please.”

Me: “Sure thing. What kind?”

Customer: “…”

Me: “Chocolate chip, double chocolate chip, plain, macadamia.”

Customer: “Oh, no, just two cookies.”

Me: “Yes, but what kind?”

Customer: “Warmed.”

I hold up two chocolate chip cookies.

Me: “Is this okay?”

The customer just stared blankly, so I put them in the toaster. The customer seemed happy with it; she didn’t complain as far as I could see. It wasn’t like she was a foreigner who didn’t know English or something, either; she had a thick Boston accent.