The Cookie Thief
A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, 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.
> The Cookie Thief
> A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours > before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, 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.
> "Nobody in Particular"<nob...@invalid.com> wrote in message
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>> The Cookie Thief
>> A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours
>> before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, 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.
>> By Valerie Cox in "A Matter of Perspective"
> I liked that very much.
Me too. Perception is such a funny thing. It's so easy to convince myself that what I'm seeing is what's actually there, when in fact what's there is not what I'm seeing at all.
Nobody in Particular wrote:
> The Cookie Thief
> A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before
> her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, 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.
> On 11/14/2012 10:29 AM, Kitty P wrote:
>> "Nobody in Particular"<nob...@invalid.com> wrote in message
>> news:k7v8ai$65n$1@dont-email.me...
>>> The Cookie Thief
>>> A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours
>>> before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, 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.
>>> By Valerie Cox in "A Matter of Perspective"
>> I liked that very much.
> Me too. Perception is such a funny thing. It's so easy to convince > myself that what I'm seeing is what's actually there, when in fact what's > there is not what I'm seeing at all.
> -- > Wilson
If we all could admit that it might be that way at times for all of us, duality would take quite a hit.
On 14/11/2012 1:56 PM, Nobody in Particular wrote:
> ...she gasped with surprise...
> ...she moaned in despair...
> Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she
> was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
I'm honestly puzzled, Bill, how you can keep posting stuff in this vein
but never seem to get over it.
> "Wilson" wrote in message > news:Cs-dnUc8MJiPTD7NnZ2dnUVZ_tCdnZ2d@supernews.com...
> On 11/14/2012 10:29 AM, Kitty P wrote:
> > "Nobody in Particular"<nob...@invalid.com> wrote in message
> > news:k7v8ai$65n$1@dont-email.me...
> >> The Cookie Thief
> >> A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours
> >> before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, 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.
> >> By Valerie Cox in "A Matter of Perspective"
> > I liked that very much.
> Me too. Perception is such a funny thing. It's so easy to convince > myself that what I'm seeing is what's actually there, when in fact what's > there is not what I'm seeing at all.
Actually, you can only be sure of seeing. What it is that you are seeing is superimposed by thought.
And that thought is dependent on your past conditioning and your expectations.
