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,
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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8 thoughts on “The Cookie Thief”
We must remember to look within. (our bags;)
How often we accuse someone for the very thing we are guilty of. What bothers us in someone else is often something we ourselves pocess. Thank you for the reminder.
Ahhh, a great story,thanks!
This is to funny, I am still laughing. thanks for sharing it. I do get the point but it is still really funny! Have a beautiful evening.
Thanks so much for sharing this! Such a great lesson 🙂
A very similar thing happened to me once; almost identical. And the gentleman whose soup I ate at a cafeteria looked at me with the most disarming smile (I thought he was making a pass), while my plate stood modestly on the table near-by along with my bag hanging on the chair. I am still laughing happily at that experience. May be happiness is coming from the fact that I was eighteen then 🙂
Vera, fantastic story… thanks so much for sharing. 8)
I loved that. Thanks for sharing.