Last Friday, after doing all the family shopping in town, I wanted a rest before catching the train. So I bought a newspaper and some chocolate and went into the station coffee shop. It was a cheap self-service place with long tables to sit at. I put my heavy bag down on the floor, put the newspaper and chocolate on the table to keep a place and went to get a cup of coffee.
When I came back with the coffee, there was someone in the next seat. It was a boy, with dark glasses and old clothes and his hair was dyed（染色）bright red at the front. He had started to eat my chocolate!
Naturally, I was rather angry, but I didn't want to make more trouble. I just looked down at the front page of the newspaper, tasted my coffee and took a bit of chocolate. The boy looked at me closely. Then he took a second piece of my chocolate. I could hardly believe it. Still 1 didn't say anything to him. When he took a third piece, I felt more angry I thought, "Well, I shall have the last piece." And I got it.
The boy gave me a strange look, then stood up. As he left he shouted out, "There's something wrong with this woman!" Everybody looked at me, but it was worse when I finished my coffee and was ready to leave. My face turned red. My chocolate was unopened, just under my newspaper.
