Aren’t we all guilty of doing this?
A woman was waiting at the 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 and happened to see
That the man beside her as bold as can be
Grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between
Which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene
She munched cookies and watched the clock
As this 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
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 is so rude
Why, he didn’t even show any gratitude
She had never known when she’d been so galled
And signed with relief when her flight was called
She gathered her belongings and headed for the gate
Refusing to look back at the human ingrate
She boarded the plane and sank in her seat
And 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
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?
By Valerie Cox
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Why is it that:
We judge others by their actions
and judge ourselves by our intentions ?
I know I’m guilty of being a cookie thief; too many times that I’d care to admit