It was the best of snacks. It was the worst of snacks.

Once upon a time, a good fairy bestowed upon her staff some delightful manna-from-heaven treats – chocolate-covered Oreos from a gourmet chocolatier.

They looked delightful. From what I heard, they were exquisite. I was exhibiting extreme and uncharacteristic willpower and stayed away and consumed none. And, unwittingly unplanned, so did another person, although not because of willpower. Little did we know at the time, these innocent little sugary concoctions would become the source of ongoing strife and enmity, a bone of contention and discord.

The consumption of these Oreos provoked the question – is it okay to eat the very last of something?

The party of the first part alleges that it’s never okay to eat the very last item without explicit consent from the other stakeholders.

The party of the second part believes that there is a statute of limitations on last-item-consumption.

You can probably see how this situation evolved and how these burning questions came to light. It was not a good ending to a Thursday afternoon, at least not for the first person (the person who ended up Oreo-less). And somehow, I got myself into the middle of this situation because I:

1) Did not clarify the allocation of the Oreos with Person #1
2) Offered misguided generosity to Person #2
3) Did not discuss previously mentioned Oreo allotments with Person #2
4) Did not slap the cookie away mid-bite from the mouth of the consumer of the last two cookies.

Horrifying. I should lose all snack distribution privileges.

And, in regard to #4, just have to say that would have been impossible. Slapping people in almost any situation is frowned upon (except during football games, at which point it is totally normal) and smacking people mid-bite at work is probably even more inappropriate. But there’s only so much one can do in this type of situation, and then, friendships and destroyed and massive levels of resentment build up and, well, that’s just the way the cookie crumbles. Or crunches. Whatever.

So, peeps, what’s the verdict in the Case of the Cookies? Okay to eat or completely out-of-bounds?