I went to a lady's house to repair her washer. As I passed through her kitchen, I couldn't help but notice a plate loaded with fresh chocolate chip cookies on the countertop. They looked delicious, so I went out of my way to be overly friendly in hopes of being offered a couple of cookies after the repair was completed. On my way out I commented on how delicious the cookies looked. She said, "Yeah, I baked 'em three weeks ago and sprayed 'em with polyurethane to make 'em last." She also pointed out a bowl of fruit she had sprayed, and told me her dog had eaten the first batch of cookies she had coated.