(阅读理解)阅读理解My ChocolateLast Thursday, after doing all the family shopping in the town, I wanted a rest before catching the train, so I bought a newspaper and some chocolate and went to the station coffee shop—that 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 coffeeWhen I came back with a cup of coffee, there was someone in the next seat It was one of those customers—a young man, with dark glasses and torn clothes and hair colored bright red at the front Not so unusual these days What did surprise me was that he’d started to eat my chocolateNaturally, I was annoyed However, to avoid trouble—really I was rather uneasy about him—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 would hardly believe it Still I didn’t dare to start an argument When he took a third piece, I felt more angry than uneasy I thought, “Well, I shall have the last piece” and I got itThe boy gave me a strange look, and then stood up As he left he shouted out, “This woman is mad!” Everyone stared That was embarrassing enough, but it was worse when I finished my coffee and got ready to leave My face went red——as red as his hair when I realized I’d made a mistake It wasn’t my chocolate he’d been taking There was mine, unopened, just under my newspaper(1)Why did the woman go to town last Thursday( )