I seem to have real bad luck getting my favorite cookies home from the store without crushing the packaging and finding a whole bunch of cookies nothing but crumbs.
Part of the problem is also that the Mexicans have not yet taken to the way of protective packaging where you spend more time opening the stuff than you do devouring the content.
So the other day when the bag boy at my local supermarket ( bag boy is a slight misnomer. This bag boy was even older than I ) suggested packing my stuff in a card board box rather than the endless plastic bags, I felt righteous and "green" and agreed, also hoping that this time I would get my cookies home intact.
Not so.
When I grabbed the box from the back of the car and schlepped it from the garage to the front door, I had to get a good grip on the awkward sized box and not until I dropped it on the kitchen counter did I realize that exactly where I had had to grip the box was where the cookies were.
And yes, they were in crumbs.
Maybe I should pretend that I really, really like my cookies in crumbs. That way I would not be so upset.