It's all about Perspective

Check out this interesting poem that was sent to me by a friend in Australia, hence some of the "mis-spellings." ;-)

Have you ever been in a position like this?

The Cookie Thief

--Valerie Cox

A woman was waiting at an airport one night,
With several long hours before her next 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 in 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,
When only one was left, she wondered what he’d do.

And 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 so rude,
Why he didn’t even show any gratitude.

She had never known when she’d 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 in-grate.

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 in 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 apologise, she realized with grief,
"I was the rude one, the in-grate, the thief."