Several long hours before her flight
a woman waited at the airport one night.
She found a book in the airport shop
and a bag of cookies, and a place to drop.
So engrossed in her book, yet she happened to see
the man sitting by her, as bold as could be,
take a cookie or two from the bag in between
(which she tried to ignore to avoid a big scene).
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock,
as the bold cookie thief diminished her stock.
She thought, more irate as the minutes ticked by,
"If I wasn't so nice, I'd blacken his eye."
With each cookie she took, he took one too.
There was only one left…what should she 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 muttered, "Oh! Brother!
This guy has some nerve! He's totally rude!
Why doesn't he show some gratitude!!"
She had never before in her life been so galled.
She sighed with relief when her flight was called.
She gathered her things and walked to the gate,
without looking back at the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane, sank into her seat,
and looked for her book, which was almost complete.
As she reached in her handbag she spied with surprise
Her own 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 have we "known" we were right,
only to find we were on the wrong flight....