The bartender walks into the living room, sees me eating a bowl of cookie dough (erm, again), yanks it out of my hands and walks away with it.
Me: Hey, I was eating that!
Bartender: No. Cookie dough is NOT a diet.
Me: I'm serious. Don't throw that out, I'm not done with it.
Bartender (yelling as he dumps it in the trash): You can't just eat flour and sugar!
Me: It has an EGG in it!
Bartender (completely exasperated): YOU CAN NOT EAT COOKIE DOUGH FOR YOUR DINNER!
Update: Just retold the story at work and had this response from the CEO: But really, that's not good. For you.
Note: I will be blogging a recap of my birthday festivities, and soon. My stomach just can't face the memory just yet.