Baking Beyond the Batter

The Story I’ve always been a bit… too trusting when it comes to strangers. You know how in the Spider-Man movies, Peter Parker has this built-in spidey sense that lets him pick up on bad vibes or sense when something sketchy is about to go down? Yeah, I don’t have that at all. Not even close. It’s not that I ignore warning signs, I just don’t seem to notice them at all. I’ve struck up conversations with people others would avoid in a heartbeat, totally oblivious to any red flags. Take this past February, for example. I was flying alone for the first time, feeling all grown up and independent. The flight was going fine until the guy sitting next to me asked to see my boarding pass. My boarding pass. I didn’t even question it! I just handed it over without a second thought, like he was some friendly TSA agent moonlighting as a seatmate. And then, to make it even worse, he casually asked for my home address and I—without a shred of hesitation—gave it to him. Yep, you heard that right. I ...