I have a word for that.
Ridonkulous.
See, they're cookies. They said "Have a great night". Not "I'm a creepy stalker dude who is making cyanide suicide cookies and wants you to join this crazy cult where we worship the inventor of bubble wrap. Eat them and be safe for eternity." NO! They didn't say that! "Have a great night."
If you manage to have a heart attack over that, you have bigger problems. Problems that $900 from a couple of goodwilled teenagers will not fix.
Once again, a slap from the common sense glove. Every judge should keep one on his desk, right beside the gavel.
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