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.
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.”
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! 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.
By Valerie Cox
in “A Matter of Perspective”
Submitted by Tom “The Colonel” Parker
Submitted by Tom “The Colonel” Parker