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many times . . ?
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 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, 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 to the gate,
Refusing to look back at
the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane, and
sank in her seat,
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.
How many times in our lives,
have we absolutely known
that something was a certain
way,
only to discover later that
what we believed to be true
... was not??
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