And the College Weirdness Continues...

The other day, I went into my dorm's kitchen to cook dinner. Pretty standard state of affairs so far. But when I got there, I discovered, much to my dismay, that the stove was covered with four trays of cookies.

I had no idea what to do. I had to clear off the stove, but I had no idea whose cookies they were, or where I could put them. Then I noticed a paper towel by the cookies, on which someone had scrawled, "Bring to room 216." Fair enough, I thought. I need the stove, and the people in room 216 probably want their cookies. Might as well be a gentleman and deliver their cookies for them.

I bring one of the trays up to room 216 and knock on the door. When someone opens it, I can see that there's a party going on inside, and I recognize the crazy musicians from the room above me. I explain about the cookies- how I needed to clear off the stove and saw the sign on the cookies, so I decided to deliver them. The party-goers look at me in bewilderment. Apparently, none of them know who baked the cookies, or why they were labeled to be sent to that room!

Suddenly, a girl walks by, asking, "Who stole my cookies?" I sheepishly explain that I had seen the sign on them, so I had brought them up here. She tells us that she baked them for the open mic night that was going on in the dorm next to ours, and she had never said for them to go to room 216. I return the cookies, embarrassed.

Who put the sign on the cookies remains a mystery.

-Lukas