Whose suppose to do the missionary work?

 

Sometimes we have the wrong idea who is supposed to be doing the missionary work -- as illustrated by the story of a young lady who was returning home from a long stay in Europe, and had found herself with some time to spare at London's Heathrow Airport.  Buying a cup of milk and a small package of cookies, she staggered, laden with luggage, to an unoccupied table.  She was reading the morning paper when she became aware of some rustling at her table.  From behind her paper, she was flabbergasted to see a neatly dressed young man helping himself to her cookies.  She did not want to make a scene, so she leaned across and took a cookie herself.  A minute or so passed.  More rustling.  He had helped himself to another cookie.

By the time they were down to the last cookie in the package, she was very angry but still could not bring herself to say anything.  Then the young man broke the remaining cookie in two, pushed half across to her, ate the other half and left.

Some time later, when the public address system called for her to present her ticket, she was still fuming.  Imagine her embarrassment when she opened her handbag and was confronted by her bag of cookies.  She had been eating his.