Cookies
(Author: unknown to
me)
A woman was waiting
At an airport one night
With several long
hours
Before her flight.
She hunted for a
book
In the airport shop,
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."nbsp;
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... ooh,
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,
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!
How many times have
we absolutely
known that
something as a certain
way, only to
discover later that what
we believed to be
true...was not?