Don't Tell Me What to Do!

At work we have an afternoon snack which usually consists of something sweet like cake or cookies. When we have cookies and they are larger than average, our snack lady (hi Evann!) will cut the larger cookies in half because, lets face it, eating half of a cookie is much less guilt provoking. 

Anyway, I noticed that every time she cuts them in half, I end up coming back for the second half, BUT whenever she doesn't cut them in half, I break the cookie in half myself and am completely satisfied...

If you ever want to manipulate me, remember this story. And yes, I did grow up in a broken home.