The Way The Cookie Crumbles
A friend of mine, returning to
reading the morning
paper when she became aware of someone rustling at her table. From behind her
paper she was flabbergasted to see a neatly dressed young man helping himself
to her cookies. She did not want to make a scene, so she
leaned across and took a cookie for herself. A minute or so passed.
More rustling. He was helping himself to another
cookie.
By the time they were down to the
last cookie in the package, she was very angry but still could not bring
herself to say anything. Then the young man broke the remaining cookie in two,
pushed half across to her, ate the other half and
left.
Some time
later, when the public-address system called for her to present her ticket, she
was still fuming. Imagining her embarrassment when she opened
her handbag and she was confronted by her package of cookies. She had been
eating his.
- Anonymous