Shoplifting
When I was young and impressionable and on holiday in France, I followed some friends into a sweet shop and we each stole something. I was so mortified by this, I returned them.
My lack of French hampered this somewhat - they had no idea why the small English boy wanted to add some chews to the open box, and saw it as an attempt by a nasty foreigner oik to contaminate their stock. Not my best day.
What have you lifted?
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 11:13)
When I was young and impressionable and on holiday in France, I followed some friends into a sweet shop and we each stole something. I was so mortified by this, I returned them.
My lack of French hampered this somewhat - they had no idea why the small English boy wanted to add some chews to the open box, and saw it as an attempt by a nasty foreigner oik to contaminate their stock. Not my best day.
What have you lifted?
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 11:13)
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More like class-lifting
When I was 6, I apparently developed a pencil fetish. I compulsively collected every pencil I ever found, even if it was chewed on or had no eraser or was an inch long. I stole the pretty pencils from my sister. If you dropped a pencil in class, it was mine. If you left one unattended on your desk for too long - mine. I was a paranoid little kid though, and knew better than to use any of my treasures in class, lest someone confront me about the fact that I was using their pencil. I just took them home and stored them in my pencil bin.
Then the guilt and more paranoia started to set in. I had to make sure that no one saw me pick up a pencil, otherwise I'd be busted as the pencil thief. As far as I know, no one was even aware that their pencils were disappearing. But then I considered the possibility that other people could read my thoughts. They would know that I was a dirty thief. No, that's stupid, no one could read my mind. Right?
This habit spread to erasers. Our teacher had a bin of all sorts of colored and shaped erasers, and if we were good we'd get to pick one. I occasionally crept into the class during recess and nicked one out of the bin. Oh god, stealing from an authority figure now. I would be so screwed if I got caught. And how could I live with myself, I have this eraser because I stole it, not because I earned it.
Oh, the shame.
I ended up with around a hundred pencils and a handful of erasers. I still have them all in a box somewhere.
Dirty little fucking thief.
(If you went to Kalaheo Elementary School in the mid-90s: OH GOD IT WAS ME, I REPENT, FORGIVE ME)
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 20:49, 2 replies)
When I was 6, I apparently developed a pencil fetish. I compulsively collected every pencil I ever found, even if it was chewed on or had no eraser or was an inch long. I stole the pretty pencils from my sister. If you dropped a pencil in class, it was mine. If you left one unattended on your desk for too long - mine. I was a paranoid little kid though, and knew better than to use any of my treasures in class, lest someone confront me about the fact that I was using their pencil. I just took them home and stored them in my pencil bin.
Then the guilt and more paranoia started to set in. I had to make sure that no one saw me pick up a pencil, otherwise I'd be busted as the pencil thief. As far as I know, no one was even aware that their pencils were disappearing. But then I considered the possibility that other people could read my thoughts. They would know that I was a dirty thief. No, that's stupid, no one could read my mind. Right?
This habit spread to erasers. Our teacher had a bin of all sorts of colored and shaped erasers, and if we were good we'd get to pick one. I occasionally crept into the class during recess and nicked one out of the bin. Oh god, stealing from an authority figure now. I would be so screwed if I got caught. And how could I live with myself, I have this eraser because I stole it, not because I earned it.
Oh, the shame.
I ended up with around a hundred pencils and a handful of erasers. I still have them all in a box somewhere.
Dirty little fucking thief.
(If you went to Kalaheo Elementary School in the mid-90s: OH GOD IT WAS ME, I REPENT, FORGIVE ME)
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 20:49, 2 replies)
A friend of mine did this in primary school too.
All my pencils kept going missing in year 4, which made it embarrassing when I had to keep asking the teacher to borrow some.
Then, when we were about 16, I was round his house, and noticed he had a pot full of vaguely familiar pencils. He soon owned up to it.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 23:50, closed)
All my pencils kept going missing in year 4, which made it embarrassing when I had to keep asking the teacher to borrow some.
Then, when we were about 16, I was round his house, and noticed he had a pot full of vaguely familiar pencils. He soon owned up to it.
( , Thu 10 Jan 2008, 23:50, closed)
Criminal mastermind
You must be a criminal mastermind... otherwise you would have been busted. I seem to remember a similar case at my school where the perpetrator was apprehended quick sharp and was then executed on death row, before the individual could protested their inocence.
Tough times indeed.
( , Sat 12 Jan 2008, 0:28, closed)
You must be a criminal mastermind... otherwise you would have been busted. I seem to remember a similar case at my school where the perpetrator was apprehended quick sharp and was then executed on death row, before the individual could protested their inocence.
Tough times indeed.
( , Sat 12 Jan 2008, 0:28, closed)
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