This one is one of my favourites.
The business department at my school had a cookie program. The goal: To bake and sell cookies for the most profit. The profits are then donated to a charity of the class’s choice. It’s a great program. You can always tell when the project is running by the smell in the hallways and students who come to class on a sugar high. I always made students eat their cookies at the end of the class. Sorry, next period teacher!The baking oven is in a common area in the business department. A photocopier is also there. I love to bug the young entrepreneurs as I wait for my photocopying to finish. It’s a great way to pass the time and to meet students I haven’t taught before.
One day, I saw a young man in the process of baking the cookies. The dough comes frozen and are the size of a thick poker chip. He was trying to maximize his profits by cramming as many cookies as he could into the tray. I could have told him that he was making a grave mistake but I like it when students figure out the answers themselves (and my photocopying wasn’t finished) so we had this exchange:
“How much are the cookies?” I asked.
“75 cents each or 2 for a dollar.” he replied.
“What?! That’s such a ripoff. Look how tiny they are! No way you’ll get me to buy one at that price!” I stated incredulously.
He became defensive. “But sir! No… they don’t stay this size! They’ll expand!”
I looked at him, then the tray, and said suspiciously, “Okay, still seems fishy to me.”
I collected my papers and walked out. I then peeked through the doorway to see if the seed that I planted would sprout.
The young man thought for a moment, looked at his tray, and began frantically pulling out frozen cookie dough from the tray.
I was a happy man.
I told the business teacher the story and she laughed and said, “It happens every year! Someone always bakes a giant cookie!”. So what happens?
They break it up and sell crumbled, broken cookies!