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.