I still vividly remember walking to the nearest Walgreen’s when I was nine with the clear intention of pocketing a bottle of nail polish. Is there any real way to atone for that?
a mag lite, nuts & bolts, various tools. If I’d kept it all I might’ve been able to open my own small little corner hardware store. With a clever punny name regarding theft. maybe.
Razor blades, candy bars, a miniature book about cats, little figurines, use of laundromat machines, some skateboarding paraphernalia. When I was 4 or 5, I took money out of my father’s wallet and hid it under the couch. Does sneaking into the movies count?
You beat me to this, Deron. I actually had been thinking about my stapler for a while, and was thinking of a Dear Clusterflock post about “what is your earliest memory of doing something you knew was wrong”.
I stole money from my mom when I was young to buy tiny fake food from a dollhouse store on our block. Tangerines from a tree I was expressly forbidden from eating from, like a surly citric Eve.
I stole a gallon of ice cream from an organic food store by placing it in my purse. That was maybe two years ago.
I stole sunglasses from Target maybe five years ago. When I lost them I went back and stole the same ones again.
I accidentally stole some underwear from Target a few weeks ago since it was under some bins and she never rung it up. I knew when I got to the car but I didn’t do anything. I don’t know why.
I’m good at stealing things. I don’t do it anymore. I never felt bad, it’s just not the right thing to do. Apparently I do do it anymore.
Stealing was expected behavior where I grew up (Beaverton, OR). We used to steal things from Fred Meyer & keep a tally. We didn’t steal things we wanted or needed, we just stole for the idea of it, who could steal the most. The only thing I remember stealing because I wanted were 45″ singles (shoved down my pants). When I got caught, I was stealing fishing lures that I was intending to buy but my friend walked out in front of me & didn’t get caught so I followed.
Now I only steal digital things, but only because they make it so hard to buy or even rent these things overseas. They treat you like a criminal so why not act like one.
Oh, in addition to what I already listed, drugs. The less about that, the better. It’s the only thievery I feel guilty about, not on account of the drugs per se, but because they were someone else’s prescription drugs, and he thought he was either losing his mind or turning into an addict when they kept disappearing.
Prescription drugs are a different matter, but a discussion came up the other day of stealing illicit drugs. There’s not much in the way of recourse. What are you going to do? “Officer, this man stole four ounces of marijuana from me!”
Hearts!
Just kidding.
Well done.
I still vividly remember walking to the nearest Walgreen’s when I was nine with the clear intention of pocketing a bottle of nail polish. Is there any real way to atone for that?
a mag lite, nuts & bolts, various tools. If I’d kept it all I might’ve been able to open my own small little corner hardware store. With a clever punny name regarding theft. maybe.
Razor blades, candy bars, a miniature book about cats, little figurines, use of laundromat machines, some skateboarding paraphernalia. When I was 4 or 5, I took money out of my father’s wallet and hid it under the couch. Does sneaking into the movies count?
Terabytes of media?
Your will to resist me. And that turns you on, doesn’t it?
You beat me to this, Deron. I actually had been thinking about my stapler for a while, and was thinking of a Dear Clusterflock post about “what is your earliest memory of doing something you knew was wrong”.
I guess I stole your dear clusterflock.
I stole money from my mom when I was young to buy tiny fake food from a dollhouse store on our block. Tangerines from a tree I was expressly forbidden from eating from, like a surly citric Eve.
I stole a gallon of ice cream from an organic food store by placing it in my purse. That was maybe two years ago.
I stole sunglasses from Target maybe five years ago. When I lost them I went back and stole the same ones again.
I accidentally stole some underwear from Target a few weeks ago since it was under some bins and she never rung it up. I knew when I got to the car but I didn’t do anything. I don’t know why.
I’m good at stealing things. I don’t do it anymore. I never felt bad, it’s just not the right thing to do. Apparently I do do it anymore.
Outside of a fair amount of software in my day, only food during some of my poorer days. I don’t feel bad about either, really.
One virginity, the other one is questionable.
Stealing was expected behavior where I grew up (Beaverton, OR). We used to steal things from Fred Meyer & keep a tally. We didn’t steal things we wanted or needed, we just stole for the idea of it, who could steal the most. The only thing I remember stealing because I wanted were 45″ singles (shoved down my pants). When I got caught, I was stealing fishing lures that I was intending to buy but my friend walked out in front of me & didn’t get caught so I followed.
Now I only steal digital things, but only because they make it so hard to buy or even rent these things overseas. They treat you like a criminal so why not act like one.
Oh, in addition to what I already listed, drugs. The less about that, the better. It’s the only thievery I feel guilty about, not on account of the drugs per se, but because they were someone else’s prescription drugs, and he thought he was either losing his mind or turning into an addict when they kept disappearing.
Prescription drugs are a different matter, but a discussion came up the other day of stealing illicit drugs. There’s not much in the way of recourse. What are you going to do? “Officer, this man stole four ounces of marijuana from me!”
Chocolate kisses. Got caught and had to apologize to the shopkeeper and write 100 times “Thou shalt not steal.” Exodus 20:15