Soemthing of a pearoast, remixed
I was working in IT support, helping a largish restaurant chain move their head offices. After we'd lugged out all the servers, desktop machines, cabling and all that, there was a fair amount of office stationery left over, so naturally I set about filling my pockets with pens, markers and all the other inconsequential stuff that can be really expensive should you have to buy it yourself.

Driving the van towards Victoria I was pulled over by two vanloads of anti-terrorist coppers who held me at gunpoint at the side of the road while they searched the van. Searching me, they found that my pockets were crammed full of pens and markers and although they didn't say anything I've never felt so guilty in my life.

I've not stolen so much as a paperclip since then*.

*Except booze. Alcohol doesn't count.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Fri 18 Jun 2010, 9:49, Reply)