The Toast Stealer

Picture this: 9.30am, 5 star resort, Broome, balmy weather, breakfast underway.

One walks to the toast stand and puts a slice of raisin bread in the big conveyor toaster machine, waits, waits, waits, One turns, picks up some butter, turns back, raisin toast stolen.

A fat, grey haired man darts back to his table about a meter away, butters his toast then realises he has in fact stolen One’s toast. Makes remark to wife and daughter sitting at table who look across at One. One stares back.

One then puts another piece of raising bread in the toaster and waits again, this time not allowing a momentary distraction to loose One’s toast, all the while tapping One’s toes loudly so that the Toast Stealer knows One is on to him.