1/25/2023. Note, a hacker deleted this note from many blogposts and I just noticed. The hacker was either someone affiliated with the owner of this 32 floor apt bldg or a TECHNOCRAT. There have been several incidences because of dishonest employees here. The ultimate was when the maintenance supervisor took a dump in my trash can in my bathroom. Even now, they remotely turn the washer on and off to humor themselves. It is filled with clothes I am washing and I can't access it because the ba$tards take control of it when they use remote. This is what I think has caused several plane crashes over the years also.
Some blogposts are altered; for the most part they deleted information. Either to puff themselves up for discovering something or just to be a menace, or both. I have a hard time creating backup notes on this laptop. Microsoft Word alters the notes.
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The Cookie Thief
by Valerie Cox
The Cookie Thief by Valerie Cox
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.
How many times in our lives, have we absolutely known that something was a certain way, only to discover later that what we believed to be true ... was not?