5.23.00 - 21:43:33
I shoplifted a sweater today. It was entirely unintentional, but I walked out without paying for it nonetheless.
I was five steps out of the store when I saw that it was still slung over my arm. I never gave it to the register girl to ring up. When I realized what I had done, I was immediately seized by a cheap thrill and kept walking. Seconds later, however, the thrill was replaced by a pang of guilt, which became shaper and sharper with every step I took. I didn't once look back, though. No. I just kept walking.
While I continued on my way, sweater still hanging off my arm, I keep thinking that I didn't intend to steal it, and that the register girl didn't have to be in such a rush and should have noticed, that the store is outrageously priced, that's it's not my fault their alarm system isn't in proper working order and that it makes up just a little bit for the $200 that was stolen from me a week or so ago.
You see, for every pang of guilt, I counter attacked all the way to the train. By gosh, by the time I boarded, I realized I was OWED that sweater and much more!
It's a darned cute sweater too. Short sleeved, pink with buttons down the front. Very summery and perfect for Las Vegas. But, I'm afraid I'm not going to enjoy it very much. Not unless I go back tomorrow and pay for it.
Wait! Just as I wrote that I realized if I DO go back tomorrow and pay for it, I might be asked who let me walk out with it. I might get that register girl in trouble. I would hate for that to happen. (Counter Attack!)
See? I can't win. I should throw it away. Or give it to some needy pink-short-sleeved-sweaterless girl.
But it's so cute.
