A few weeks ago a local physical therapy place that specializes in hands dropped off a bunch of hand-shaped frosted sugar cookies.
My staff was pigging out on the cookies. I kept asking them to set one aside for me and set it next to my coffee in the break room, but they kept ignoring me, while the cookies gradually decreased in number.
Finally I said "Somebody put a cookie in back near my coffee, or I'll have you all shot!" Then I went in to see my next patient.
When I wandered back to the break room 20 minutes later, they had saved me a cookie. This is what greeted me.