Twice in my adult life, I’ve tried making friends by bribing people with baked goods. Unfortunately, all it did was earn me was a nickname I didn’t like.
Please, don’t call me “Cookies.” That’s not my name.
For a few months after we returned to our home country, Joelle and I led a Bible study for young adults. An odd pattern emerged with the attendance. Every week, we had five people show up–as far as I can recall, it was always exactly five. But they were never the same five people. For some reason, five different young adults from our church would show up. This pattern continued for months, until we took a break for Christmas. We were married in January, so we didn’t try to restart the Bible study until February. We advertised it at church, told the people who had attended, and… nobody came. And nobody came the next week, either.
So, Joelle and I decided that we needed to remind people that we were still there–to somehow place ourselves back in their minds without being obnoxious. Our solution was to bake several dozen cookies and hand-deliver them to peoples’ houses. So, we baked the cookies, delivered them, had some great conversations with a few folks…
…And only one person came the next week.