Dog Moon
Adventurer
I remember I got into shoplifting for a brief time when I was in my mid-teens. Ironically, it started out as an honest mistake. I was looking through the Commons/Uncommons box of Magic cards, had like 20 cards I was planning on legitimately purchasing, continued walking around the store, got tired of holding them in my hand so I placed them in my pocket and after browsing for a bit, left. It wasn't until I was on the bus that I realized what I had done. And I was like "Huh, that was easy". Ended when I took something from Target, alarm sounded (though no one came after me). I stood at the bus stop down the street, waiting for the cops to come, my heart racing... I didn't feel safe until I was home and that was the last time I ever did that again. All that because of something really stupid too. Like a double pack of deodorant or something like that.My mom wears this smock at work. Apparently, as she works comes across items that are out of place. Sometimes small items go in a pocket. This morning while going through her pockets she pulled out a spoon with a price tag still on it. I said " you shoplifted a spoon." I talked to her a moment ago she said she was wandering around looking at what she was going to have to do today. I said "And return the spoon you stole." She said "I didn't steal it."
Whew, I'm getting old. All that happened like 20 years ago!
Edit: Not trying to make it sound like it's the beginning of your mother's criminal career... just that totally innocent yoinking reminded me of things I had done in my past.
