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Nobody in Particular
Nov 13, 2012, 11:56:51 PM11/13/12
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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”
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”
Kitty P
Nov 14, 2012, 10:29:51 AM11/14/12
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"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
> 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
> 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.
>
> 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"
Wilson
Nov 14, 2012, 12:12:51 PM11/14/12
to
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
pi
Nov 14, 2012, 1:25:10 PM11/14/12
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Kitty P
Nov 14, 2012, 4:39:32 PM11/14/12
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"Wilson" <Wil...@nowhere.net> wrote in message
news:Cs-dnUc8MJiPTD7N...@supernews.com...
duality would take quite a hit.
Kitty
Tsukino Usagi
Nov 14, 2012, 11:01:25 PM11/14/12
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On 14/11/2012 1:56 PM, Nobody in Particular wrote:
> ...she gasped with surprise...
> ...she moaned in despair...
but never seem to get over it.
> ...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
> was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.
but never seem to get over it.
Nobody in Particular
Nov 14, 2012, 11:23:35 PM11/14/12
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> "Wilson" wrote in message
> news:Cs-dnUc8MJiPTD7N...@supernews.com...
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.
> news:Cs-dnUc8MJiPTD7N...@supernews.com...
superimposed by thought.
And that thought is dependent on your past conditioning and your
expectations.
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