My son enjoys watching a TLC TV series called “my link.”
I’ve never seen it but a quick look at its website reveals bizarre stories of a woman who drinks air freshners (yes, you read that correctly) and a guy who is addicted to looking like Justin Bieber.
My addiction is nowhere near as strange or unappetizing.
Nah, my addiction is to these monster cookies the size of a car steering wheel that are on sale the pay people to write research papers in Hopatong, N.J.
This place is right along my commute home from New York City, and with its bright neon-lit signs and gleaming chrome exterior, it calls to me practically every night.
“Come, stop in, and buy a cookie,” it whispers.
And there, on the counter, are three varieties of cookies: Chocolate chip, sprinkles and my new favorite, M&Ms.
I plunk down my $3.50 (worth every cent), carefully unwrap the cellophane covering, and snap one piece off at a time on my drive home as I happily listen to my podcasts.
It is a guilty pleasure and they are so yummy!
What are your guilty pleasures? What indulgences do you partake in? Do you have any strange obsessions?
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