Claim: The stranger sharing an old lady's table at a cafe keeps helping himself to what she thinks are her cookies.
An elderly woman, traveling by bus, had a layover during her journey. She purchased a package of Oreo cookies from a vending machine in the bus terminal and located a table. She placed her cookies on the table, sat down, and proceeded to read her newspaper
She was joined by a young man, who, to her surprise, opened the package of Oreo cookies and began to eat them. The woman, saying nothing, but giving him an icy stare, grabbed a cookie. The young man, with a funny look on his face, ate another cookie. The woman again glared and grabbed another cookie. The young man finished the third cookie and offered the last to the woman.
Completely appalled, she grabbed the cookie and the young man left. Outraged, the woman threw down her paper only to find her unopened Oreos on the table in front of her.
[Collected on the Internet, 1994]
A friend of my aunt was going shopping at the mall, and stopped in a snack bar to rest her feet. She bought a Kit Kat bar, a candy bar which breaks into several pieces.
The place was crowded, so the friend was forced to share a table with a meek-looking gentleman. (That's just the way some malls are, I guess.) The expected business happened with the two of them sharing the Kit Kat, but since the Kit Kat had an odd number of pieces, she made sure she got the last one.
The man got up without saying a word, went over to the counter and bought a couple of donuts. The friend was working herself into a rage because this guy had eaten her Kit Kat. She imagined that he had bought two donuts to give one to her in apology, and so you can imagine how she got even more angry when he had the gall to go sit by himself at a table far away from her.
So, in the strength of her fury, she stalked over to his table, picked up one of the donuts, took a BIG CHOMP out of it, and set it back in front of him. Then she glared at him, said "And a VERY GOOD DAY to you, too!" and stormed out.
She got to her car, opened up the purse to get her keys, and you know the rest.
[Ann Landers, 1997]
A Ferry Story
My aunt and uncle own a business in Kamloops, B.C. Here is a true story that happened to one of the women in their office:
The woman was taking the car ferry from Victoria to Vancouver. She sat on the deck. Beside her in an empty chair were her newspaper and her chocolate bar. A man sat next to the little pile. He picked up the chocolate bar, ate it, picked up the newspaper, read some of it, threw the candy bar wrapper away, tucked the newspaper under his arm and then walked off.
The woman was too shocked to say anything. Having nothing to read, eat or munch on, she decided to go to the cafeteria. There, at a table, sat the man, flipping the pages of the newspaper with one hand, holding a submarine sandwich in the other. Still angry, the woman strode over to him, grabbed the sandwich out of his hand, took a big bite and then put the sandwich back in his hand. She marched off, saying nothing and not looking back.
She then decided to go to her car. On the passenger seat were her newspaper and her chocolate bar. She had never taken them out of the car!
The legend has surfaced in Great Britain, the United States, Canada, and Australia.
The "victim-turned-thief" is usually a woman, although some versions starring a man in that role do exist. She's journeying by train or bus, and at the point where she has to change routes, she stops in the station's cafeteria. Or she's shopping at a busy mall and
needs to rest her feet. Or while killing time on a ferry, she visits the on-board automat. Whatever. Something leads her to sit down for a snack in a crowded cafeteria where she's clearly out of her element.
The presumed thief is always male and usually described as "Black, "West Indian," "a punk," or in some other fashion that would brand him as one not aware of social custom or not inclined to follow it. It's worth noting that he is almost always a marginal and at least vaguely threatening figure, while the true cookie snatcher is positioned as one who is normally above reproach.
Some versions are clearly "generation gap" tales in which the actual victim is depicted as significantly younger than his table companion. Others are anti-immigrant in nature, both going out of their way to point out the man's color and featuring the woman righteously admonishing him with a loud "We don't do that in this country!"
The item "shared" between the two varies: cookies (biscuits), a Kit Kat chocolate bar, a Moro chocolate bar, a bag of potato chips. Speaking of sharing, the man often offers the old bat the last piece. (When he does, he catches quite an earful as this is often the action that prompts her to go ballistic.)
Sometimes the "victim" enacts a final piece of revenge before storming off: she takes a bite out of the donuts or slice of cake the other had in front of him.
Origins: This legend has circulated in Great Britain at least since 1972.
Author Douglas Adams tells the "packet of biscuits" tale in his 1984 novel So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish. He has since recounted it on numerous occasions, claiming it happened to him in 1976 at a station in Cambridge.
His claim is doubted by many who point out the self-same tale was around years prior to that, but it is not impossible for events in real life to
mimic those of lore. (Indeed, the actual folkloric term for such an event is ostension.) In any case, whether the incident happened to him or not, it is clear the legend did not begin with him.
Numerous stories about unwitting thieves abound in the realm of contemporary lore, with the "victim turned thief" motif appearing in such tales since the early 1900s. (Visit our Watch, Gun-Toting Grannies, and Jogger's Billfold pages for other legends of this type.)
As folklorist Jan Harold Brunvand put it, "All variations on the theme of unwitting theft portray a plausible situation in which we ourselves might act in such an uncharacteristic threatening manner because of a simple misunderstanding." In this legend, the "plausible situation" impels a woman one presumes would not normally make a spectacle of herself to angrily glare at a stranger, screech at him, lecture him, or even defiantly grab a food item she knows is his and tear a bite out of it. Because of the way the characters are presented (the woman exudes a faintly aristocratic aura while the man is described as a leather-clad punk, a foreigner, or an insolent-appearing young person), the woman's social lapse is more glaring. We forgive her outburst at the time . . . but afterwards have a chance to reflect on how she handled the situation and conclude there had to have been a better way.
Her lapse and the awareness of how she must have appeared to others serves as a caution against our taking similar action in any potentially confrontational encounter that occurs in public. We might not always have all of the facts we think we do. Moreover, even if we do have all the facts, we're going to look like a right idiot to anyone looking on.
Barbara "cookie monster" Mikkelson
Sightings: Both the 1990 film The Lunch Date and the 1989 film Boeuf Bourgignon make use of this legend. In both, a well-dressed white woman goes off to fetch silverware and returns to find a Black man eating her lunch. Only after she shares her dinner with the stranger (at one point he fetches coffee for the two of them) and the man leaves does she notice her own meal sitting on another table.
The 2010 Ian McEwan novel Solar contains an interesting sighting of the legend, where it is both related as a true story undergone by the book's protagonist and afterwards challenged by a folklorist he encounters on its basis as an urban legend of long standing.