The "Whiner in Chief"

It's been a slow day at Cookie Paradise.

 

When sale is slow, our tomato-red umbrella tilts its head in sadness; the fudgy brownies melt their faces with tears; even the S'mores, our beauty queen, looks pitiful.

Why is the neighborhood lady who walks her dog choosing to walk on the opposite sidewalk from our stand? Does no one want us anymore?

I am inconsolable.

Where has Columbus gone? After a few rainy days, has everyone decided to ditch the cookies and their couches and go running? Do they go picnic in the park? Do they fish and swim?

Who will save the cookies?

Without customers, we are just "Cookie" without "Paradise."

Maybe I'll change our business name to Cookie Cries...