Needing to escape her hectic office, my friend fled to the mall, bought a candy bar, and then relaxed on a bench next to a businessman.
Soon, she heard the sound of a crumpling wrapper and realized that he was eating her candy bar.
When he went to work on an ice cream cone, she leaned over and took a huge lick.
“There!” she declared.
She then stormed off to her car, reached into her purse for her keys, and pulled out the candy bar she thought he’d eaten.
