The Cookie Thief
By Valerie Cox
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 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 read, munched 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'd blacken his eye!"
With each cookie she took, he took one too. 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 has 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, Then 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!