Stop! Thief!

hmmmm. I did have one of those moments recently.... what was it over?

I once walked out of K-Mart with a pen I picked up to jot something down and I forgot I still had it in my hand.....and I kept it

I was at the fish market earlier this week and noticed they charged me the 'head on' shrimp price instead of the 'headless' price. I didn't say anything and I haven't slept since.

Well now... you people actually steal stuff!

I'm asking what WOULD you steal.

The only time anything happened to me like that, J_B, it was with stamps. I went to the post office to get 3,000 post card stamps but they gave me regular stamps. The price difference was close to $400.

I really needed postcard stamps so I went back the next day where I was immediately called into a back room of the post office. It was a BIG deal. They had already started an investigation. I had paid with a credit card so I'm sure they would have tracked me down pretty quickly.

That experience made me glad that I'm an honest girl!

I would have told them about the stamps too, boomer. Actually, I'm surprised I didn't tell them about the shrimp 'cuz I'm normally such a do-gooder. I was buying fresh fish and shrimp for a crowd and the difference between the two prices was about six bucks. Still, it bothers me that I didn't tell them at the time. I struggled with it and somehow convinced myself that the $60 bucks I was spending was enough, and it was their mistake, and yadda, yadda, yadda. I still feel guilty.

i once walked away with a swimsuit. it was on the way to a beach, i was trying it on in one of the street shops - in an open market (well, they did have a changing room). it was good, so i waited for the shop owner to turn up (he disappeared). and waited, and waited. he was nowhere to be found. finally i walked off, but it must have been good twenty minutes, and it was some 15 years ago.

My first thought was that I had never stolen anything or even had much of an urge and then I remembered the little black dress. The year is 1984. I am very young and very poor. I go to Alexander's Department Store (now gone) and try on this really cool little black dress with a sweet heart neckline that has little black satin bows over the corner of each breast. It fits like a glove and shows a modest, but sexy amount of cleavage. It costs $119.00 and I was making about $174 a week after taxes. I decided to spend some savings and buy it. I had a few little items like socks and stockings also to be rung up. The cashier says something to me like "your total is $32.25". Now Alexander's was one of those stores that did not yet have a modern cash register, the girl had to actually push down the buttons. I realized she must have pushed $19.00 instead of 119.00. I say nothing, take out the bills (I was going to pay with a check, but I didn't want to leave a paper trail) and hand her the money. I start to sweat as she puts the dress and items into a bag. I walk out of the store expecting some security guy to tackle me any minute. Nothing happens, the fabulous dress is mine for $19.00. I had it until about a year ago when I realized it was never going to fit again and I gave it to a niece. Someone once commented on what a nice dress it was and I said it was a great buy, but actually it was a great steal. It's probably part of the reason Alexander's is no longer in business.

HAHAHA - I worked @ Alexanders for 9 months during my first year in college.....1978.......I'm sure glad you waited until I was gone to put them out of business.

I stole as many loaves of french bread I could get my arms around directly from the bread truck once...........I'll leave you all to ponder that while I go to the bathroom, then back to bed.

This was just a pit stop.

I steal from corperations all the time, every chance I get. I hate them. Then I give it all away. When I give somebody a brand new gift for no reason on a regular old day their eyes get big and they get a big smile on their face and they say "where did you get it, Why are you giving it to me." and I say "They gave it to me, It's free who cares."

But i'm a pro and I don't recomend it.

This was an interesting thread that I missed before. I see Amigo had killed it with his shocking admission, and he probably hoped it would never see the light of day again, but I'm resurrecting it...

Well, let's see now. I know I think about stealing stuff, but I can't think of examples right now. I think it's mostly just when I'm looking at some tempting bit of frippery like a new lip gloss or something like that...things in bright shiny colors that look so irrisistible, but I know would be a total waste of money.

The only thing I've done that was kinda giving in to the urge was swapping a sale sticker onto something that wasn't on sale, and I never felt particularly bad about it either. It always pisses me off how the color I want is always the only color not half-off!

Just wednesday, I was at albertsons looking at the clearance groceries.

These are things they will not restock again, so they mark them down to get rid of them.

9 of the items on that table were cans of organic tomatos that i LOVE to cook with, but cost 3.80 a can.

THEY marked them down to 2.00!

RIGHT ON!


So, I grab 2 and go check out.

Self check out... I scan it.

0.02 pops up , and the electronic voice says
" Two ....... Cents"



Do it again..

" Two ..... Cents "

By golly..

Hurry , finish scanning my stuff, load it into the car, and haul ass to pick up the other 7 cans..

and race home.

Hmmm, were those Bionaturae?

They are Mieur..

i think..

I for one am shocked, SHOCKED, at what a bunch of lawless hooligans I've been spending time with!

Although frankly, if I were going to risk arrest and jail time, it wouldn't be for something from Target or the grocery store!

My father always said, if you're going to be a thief, don't settle for gas stations. Go after First National Bank.

I was a scrupulous young teen, and it might have been healthier all around if I stole a thing or two. I/we (can't remember, it was on a film trip and I roomed with my father, stole a pillow.)

I regaled a2kers about that trip elsewhere, I was seventeen and had signed up to be a postulant in a religious order at the end of that summer. Fortunately I developed a major crush on the film editor, my first clue to the possibilities of life on earth.

Anyway, we went through Vegas on the way back to LA from the stockyard cities of the midwest.

I remember trying to drag my dad out of the casino after he won two hundred dollars. He lost it again. He needed the money badly, as in order to make the small film as good as he wanted it, he went out of pocket, and my family didn't have pockets. Well, as we were leaving the next day I took a pillow for the car. Whether it was my idea or not, it was my decision.

So help me, I sent the pillow back to the hotel a year later by parcel post. My then eighteen year old lack of understanding of the nature of Vegas hotel budgets... my scrupulosity.. make me sigh now. I still am a fool about much in the way of finance, and get my socks in knots on fine points. I see that as an unpleasing window to the self, and perhaps a propellant to some of my later liberality.

I went through a phase of shoplifting minor doodads when I was around 13 or 14 years old. I think it coincided with hormone surges. Anyway, I outgrew it before I got caught, thank God.

I noticed everyone is talking about stealing from STORES.
I stole once or twice from a store, as a kid, stuff like candy and choco bars. My mother knew, she let me do it, and when I ran to my room so eagerly to eat my treasures, she hounded me mercilessly until I gave in and confessed. That was the end of that.

As an adult, I have a thing about not stealing from stores - not from fear so much as - a weird respect for business (?). And it really is weird. If someone is trying to build something - no matter if I object or not - I can not reconcile hurting that, even with a gummy bear. lol. It's almost silly.

I have stolen from individuals though; as a form of retribution. And hey I ain't proud, but I can't say I feel badly about it either. I have been stolen from enough in my life to know how horrid it feels, and the vigilante in me doesn't trust authority to take care of such things. I have never taken even equal to what was taken of mine, but its the principle that counted. Let them know I can do it back and am not a passive mark. .....I guess.

I'd really like a nice vehicle....how fun it would be to steal one....but I would never do it.