Mrs. Fields

I passed by it every morning with a crowd of commuters, who poured out of the turnstiles from the A, C, and E trains.

I had bought strawberry banana smoothies from Mrs. Fields' Pretzel Time here after school.

I wonder whether the lady who worked there made it out alive.

The principal was on the intercom again.

So Ashley, coming to you, I would love to just talk a little bit about the history of this thing.

Because when I grew up, everybody knew Fields Cookies.

This is like classic nostalgia cookies, especially at a rest stop.

That's like the first thing that I would think about about a feels cookie.

I could go out and buy one

... from Mrs. Fields?

Yes.

We have Great America Cookie Company, but I remember it Mrs.

Fields coffee.

Or Mrs. Fields' cookie shop.

And also next to that was a place called The Fudgery, which sounds so strange, but they would sing.

And it was like a Stevie Wonder remix.

May I ask, Mr.

Fields, what you consider to have been the turning point in your career, the point after which there was no more danger? Saving the first $5,000 I ever had, when I might just as well have spent the moderate salary I made.

Possession of that sum, once I had it, gave me the ability to meet opportunities.

That I consider the turning point.

But Mr. Selfridge, his most trusted lieutenant, in whose private office we were, insisted upon the addition of good judgment to this.

If I am compelled to lay claim to such traits, added Mr.

Fields, it is because I have tried to practice them, and the trying has availed me much.

I have tried to make all my acts and commercial moves the result of definite consideration and sound judgment.