A woman was waiting at an airport
one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in
the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop. She was
engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as
bold as could be. . .grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she
tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and
watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was
getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so
nice, I would blacken his eye.”
With each cookie she took, he
took one too, when only one was left; she wondered what he would do. With a
smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in
half. He offered her half, as he ate the other; she snatched it from him and
thought… oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he
didn’t even show any gratitude!
She had never known when she had
been so galled and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered
her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving
ingrate.
She boarded the plane, and sank
in her seat, and then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she
reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies,
in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in
despair, the others were his, and he tried to share. Too late to apologize, she
realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
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