Day 1193 - The Kit Kat

This is not my story, but I'll claim it as my own for the purposes of this blog ...

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The other day I was wandering merrily through the blogosphere when I came across Catherine's post over at Cup of Tea and A Blog about her mix up with a children's digger.  To cut a long story short her daughter was playing with a digger in a community park, another child tried to take it, they wrestled, Catherine got involved to claim the digger back, the other mum got involved, and then Catherine remembered that they hadn't brought their digger. Whoops! Well, that reminded me of a story ...



As I said, this is not my story.  But for the purposes of maintaining some blojo (blogging mojo) I'm going to claim it as mine to tell just so I've got something to write about today.  So here goes ...

I was at uni at the time of this little piece of urban legend (and yes, the story did become quite legendary).

There was a girl (let's call her Lulu) who was working during the uni break.  She had scored an office job at a big Sydney based firm which was brilliant.  She felt very posh and professional in her suit and brand new leather hand bag.  Her high heels were "to die for". She was tall and slim and had blonde hair. She was very pretty and could definitely turn heads.

One day Lulu headed off to the coffee shop at lunch time to grab a quick bite to eat.  She took a work colleague with her and they sat at the bar in front of the counter.  Her work colleague was on one side, and a lovely young man (a stranger) was on the other. He was alone.  

Lulu (which may or may not be her real name) ordered herself a cappacino and a Kit Kat.  She sat with her head turned to the left as she chatted to her colleague and sipped her coffee.  About five minutes in she went to open her Kit Kat.  She turned to her right and opened the packet. She took a piece. The man next to her also took a piece.  She turned back to her colleague.

"Oh my God!! This guy next to me is eating my Kit Kat!" she whispered aggressively through gritted teeth.

"Are you serious?" says colleague

"Yes!".

Lulu turns back and takes another piece. The man next to her, avoiding eye contact takes the final piece.  Lulu turns back to her friend.

"It's gone. My Kit Kat is gone. The bastard has eaten my Kit Kat!"

Lulu downed the rest of her coffee and she and her colleague stand up to leave. But first Lulu turns to this man (who is sitting all alone), screws up the Kit Kat wrapper and throws it at him and says "next time buy your own F*&ing Kit Kat!!!" and she stormed out swinging her posh new hand bag and click clacking out of the coffee shop in her heels "to die for".

After a very perplexed walk back to the office she and her colleague part ways as they return to their own desks.  Lulu is still fuming when she opens up her lovely leather handbag to grab a tissue. All this cursing and stomping has made her eyes water.

She scrabbles around inside looking for a Kleenex and pulls out ..... her Kit Kat.

Oh my God!

She'd been eating his ...