An elderly lady, weighed down by her Bloomingdale's shopping, manages to miss her train and so heads to the cafeteria for some lunch and to await the next one. Settled at her table, she feels the call of nature but when she returns she discovers a gent sitting at the table tucking into her lettuce. That's mine, she declares but he continues to demolish the food. She's shocked. She's appalled. She's gob-smacked. She's also unsure what to do next and so she actually starts to pick at her own food from the other side of the table. He looks on benignly, then gets up and returns to the table with t…
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