Why is it that those things that are intended to make life easier often complicate things?
(I think I have asked this question before.)
Take, for instance, direct deposit. What could be more convenient than having the paycheck automatically entered into the checking account? It is especially nice if one happens to be out of town on payday! No running to the bank in inclement weather, either. It's great, except for the "cash back" issue. That's right, some of us - my dear husband included - still like to carry a little of the green stuff around. Sure, debit cards are convenient, but cash ... There is no "cash back" with direct deposit. Now, I either have to write him a check (I maintain possession of the check book) or I have to remember to get cash back at the grocery store, or worse yet, I have to run to the bank! I thought that was something I was avoiding by using direct deposit. Hmm.
That is how I wrecked the cookies! Up to my elbows in cookie dough, I answered the phone.
"How would you like to run to the bank and get me some cash?"
It was 3:30 pm Friday.
"Uh, okay, but I'm making some cookies for you right now."
"Are you making the good kind?"
"I'm making some good cookies." They were not his idea of the "good kind" - too much oatmeal and whole wheat flour.
I abandoned my task in order to round up some cash. Cash obtained, I returned to my baking. Somewhere between "run to the bank" and "some good cookies" the dough was not properly combined. The first three dozen cookies to emerge from the oven were flat and gooey. The last were more like homemade rocks.
So much for convenience.