I've never stolen so much as a piece of candy from the bulk bins, not even as a child. My Mother raised me better than that. I'll never forget this one time we were grocery shopping, we were so poor, Mom didn't receive any food stamps or other assistance, and our Father had stopped paying child support less than a year after Mom divorced him, so times were really tough with just her paycheck alone. We took a calculator with us to the store because Mom only had so much for groceries. We couldn't even afford meat, that was a luxury we rarely had at that time, but for some reason, something must've told Mom to look in the meat bins that day. She found a package for a whole, cut-up chicken fryer marked as only being .14 cents. Instead of Mom snatching it up and looking for more mispriced meat to buy, she took it, and tried to find the butcher in the department to report it to. But he wasn't anywhere to be found. We asked other employees, and they told us he was on his lunch, and nobody else was in the meat dept. who could help us. So Mom actually waited for him to come back from his lunch. The employees thought she was nuts for not just taking the chicken and leaving it at that, but Mom refused. She wanted to do the right thing, to alert them to the mistake so they wou...
I've never stolen so much as a piece of candy from the bulk bins, not even as a child. My Mother raised me better than that. I'll never forget this one time we were grocery shopping, we were so poor, Mom didn't receive any food stamps or other assistance, and our Father had stopped paying child support less than a year after Mom divorced him, so times were really tough with just her paycheck alone. We took a calculator with us to the store because Mom only had so much for groceries. We couldn't even afford meat, that was a luxury we rarely had at that time, but for some reason, something must've told Mom to look in the meat bins that day. She found a package for a whole, cut-up chicken fryer marked as only being .14 cents. Instead of Mom snatching it up and looking for more mispriced meat to buy, she took it, and tried to find the butcher in the department to report it to. But he wasn't anywhere to be found. We asked other employees, and they told us he was on his lunch, and nobody else was in the meat dept. who could help us. So Mom actually waited for him to come back from his lunch. The employees thought she was nuts for not just taking the chicken and leaving it at that, but Mom refused. She wanted to do the right thing, to alert them to the mistake so they wouldn't lose the money on the item. When the butcher finally came back and Mom showed him the package, he just said what was done was done, and if she didn't buy it, someone else would. So finally, Mom took it with a clear conscious. She still showed it to the cashier, and told the woman that she'd tried to alert them to their mistake, but the cashier didn't care, she said she'd buy it if Mom didn't. So we took it home, and were able to have a chicken dinner, the first time we'd had meat for supper for probably that whole month. Mom taught me and my siblings that no matter what, even if you were poor and hungry, honesty was always the best policy, that our integrity was more important than trying to get something for nothing.
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The weird thing though, is that I never stole that stuff for enjoyment, or a dare. Heck, I didn't even keep a single thing I stole. Not even the money or candy. I would always give it to someone else, because I always thought that they'd want or need it way more than I did. Which they normally did. The money would normally be given to homeless people. There was even one time when I took this sandwich out of the refrigerated section at a 7/11 type store, and ended up giving it to a dog that was eating trash.
Now that I think about it, most of the "bad" things I did, turned out to be good deeds.
She is more important than life itself. She has been telling me what to do since she was a two year old walking round the coffee table. Any one who knows me, would be laughing now. I think my face is red. OOoooO Look down the street at those folks outside; what are they laughing about? OOooOO you BITCH you told them. Ha ha ha
i dont do stuff like that
I didn't see that I was supposed to PAY for a catalogue!!
When I realised an hour later I was too embarrassed to return it and now I feel really guilty...