OK, so I tried a bit of an experiment today. It really started more as a funny bit, but then turned into something great.

When we checked in to the Paramount, I asked the front desk guy if they had any cookies. He said they didn’t and when we went upstairs. I’ve then proceeded in asking the same question of whoever was at the front desk.

“Do you have any cookies?”

Over and over again for the past 30 hours – whenever we were in the lobby we asked. Andy and I alternated, and I even asked complete strangers to get into the act. Coming down the elevator, I asked a guy to again mention cookies at the front desk. I wondered if we asked enough if someone would step up and get some cookies for us without us really ever asking or expecting it.
Then it happened. When I asked last night, the guy looked at me, and said, “Sure!” He stepped into the back and grabbed me a small bag of freshly-baked Otis Spunkmeyer cookies. “Here you go,” he said. Amazing.

I’m not sure what all of that means, but it was pretty stinkin’ sweet.