The Tale of the Cookie Thief

"We're very sorry, but due to leaves on the line the train to Brighton will be delayed by another 48 minutes" came the muffled voice over the tannoy. Joining in with the united sigh that went around the platform, a woman who had already been waiting for 20minutes for her train, decided that she would nip to the station shop and buy herself a book for the journey. After finding a suitable read from the shop, she noticed a little kiosk selling bags of hot, fresh mini cookies. Tempted by the sweet smell wafting from the stall she purchased a bag and found a bench to sit on.

She was already engrossed in her book but happened to see, that a bright blue-eyed man with a jolly face, who was sat beside her, as bold as brass, grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between. Being British, and not wanting to cause a scene, she tried to ignore the fact that this cheeky git had just nicked her cookies.

So she carried on munching the cookies and watched the big station clock, as the gutsy cookie thief continued to diminish her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would knock his block off”

With each cookie she took, he took one too, then 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 from the bag and broke it in half.

He offered her half, as he popped the other half in his mouth and ate it. She angrily snatched it from him and thought to herself, 'The bleedin' cheek of this guy! He has some nerve, how can anyone be that rude! He didn’t even show any gratitude!'

She'd never known when she had last been so cross, and sighed with relief when her train arrived. So she gathered her belongings and headed to the train, refusing to look back at the thieving git.

She got on the train, and sank into her seat, then she lent down to find her book, to carry on reading. As she reached into her bag, she gasped with surprise, there sitting just underneath her book was her still full bag of cookies.

If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share them. It was too late to say sorry, the train was pulling away from the the station. She glared out the window to the place she had been sitting. There, still sat on the bench was the large man with the friendly smile and the glint in his eye. Seeing the look of horror of the woman's face the kindly stranger just chuckled and waved to her as the train left the station.

Do have yourselves an awesome weekend folks.