Oopsie-Doodle

So there I was, pouring another round of drinks behind the bar when this regular asks me if we've got any secret stash of cookies in the back. Secret stash? Me and my belly, that's a secret stash! Anyway, I told him no, just to avoid getting everyone hopped up on sugary goodness at midnight. But then, as fate would have it, I notice these two boxes sitting all alone by the sink, they were left over from the kid party we had last week and somehow got forgotten. I swear I didn't plan this... but before anyone could see, I grabbed one of those cookies for myself. Just a teeny-tiny bite, mind you. Now here's the rub: I'm supposed to be the grown-up in charge, right? But sometimes, like today, I feel more like that sneaky little kid from the fairy tale who takes just one cookie too many. Not sure how I'll handle it when the 'Daddy' of this place finds out about my midnight snack, might have to do some serious groveling and promise never to touch his secret stash again.