wattswrites on April 23rd, 2024 at 16:42 UTC »
Damn, is there a Mr. Fields? Shit, wait--
REMcycleLEZAR on April 23rd, 2024 at 17:16 UTC »
To me, Mrs. Fields wasn't a cookie store, it was the pan-pizza-size cookie store at the mall.
centaurquestions on April 23rd, 2024 at 17:37 UTC »
In the 1970s, the Oakland A's hired attractive young women to retrieve foul balls during the games (hey, anything to sell tickets). She was one of the first ones, and parlayed the exposure into her cookie business.
wattswrites on April 23rd, 2024 at 16:42 UTC »
Damn, is there a Mr. Fields? Shit, wait--
REMcycleLEZAR on April 23rd, 2024 at 17:16 UTC »
To me, Mrs. Fields wasn't a cookie store, it was the pan-pizza-size cookie store at the mall.
centaurquestions on April 23rd, 2024 at 17:37 UTC »
In the 1970s, the Oakland A's hired attractive young women to retrieve foul balls during the games (hey, anything to sell tickets). She was one of the first ones, and parlayed the exposure into her cookie business.