A story I would like to share with my readers. Enjoy.


“A woman was waiting at an airport one night, w
ith several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shop, b
ought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop. 
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see t
hat the man beside her as bold as could be
, grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between
, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene. 
She munched her cookies and watched the clock, a
s this gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. 
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, t
hinking ‘If I wasn’t so nice, I’d blacken his eye.’ 
With each cookie she took, he took one, too. 
And when only one was left, she wondered what he’d 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 ‘Oh 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 for the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate. 
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat, t
hen 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 with despair, 
’then 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.”