I knowingly stole today.
I haven't stolen in years, and I feel so incredibly guilty, it's not even funny.
I was at Target with Taryn, buying food and diapers for her. The cashier-chick rang everything up, and told me my total. I knew she hadn't scanned the diapers, because the total would have been twice as much if she had, and I didn't say anything.
Not a hot damned thing.
And I walked out without telling her she forgot to scan the damned diapers.
I could have gone back in and copped up to it, but I tried to rationalize it on my way to the car.
Didn't work.
So as I was loading everything into the car, I decided to go back in, but Taryn started screaming, and ... fuck. I drove home.
With stolen diapers in my car.
Is an eternity of damnation worth one box of Huggies? Especially when they were on sale?
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haven't we all done it at least once? i guess we're all going to hell.
Aw, Lady, don't feel bad. Two of the times we've gone to Petco they haven't rung up something, and we didn't say anything. First it was a book on Labs, this last time it was a leash...
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