Dad'ism, Self

Everyone needs gloves for the cold

November 22, 2010

If you don’t know much about me then you don’t know about the time I use to steal. Yeah around the young age of 16 when I didn’t have a care in the world.

What would I steal?

Clothes. Because I didn’t have the pretty clothes to wear like all the girls so I gots me some.

Food. Because I was hungry. Duh!

CDs. Because I was really into the R&B and needed some kind of entertainment.

Somewhere someone should point out Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. . .

On one of my daily shop lifting excursions, I was in the middle of taking a cd by R. Kelley and I totally got busted. If I knew that they had cameras in the ceiling then I would of been a little more clever about how to stuff the cd down my pants.

Since I was a minor, they made me call my dad.

When he picked me up. . he wasn’t pissed. He was sad and disappointed. On the way home, he said that it’s his fault I stole the cd. He said if he could make more money then I wouldn’t be stealing. Broke my heart. And from that day on, I stopped doing bad things. I didn’t want to make my dad feel that way again. (Best guilt trip to this day. . . I don’t have the skill to put that kind of power towards the boy.)

Tonight, I was at the local big warehouse store and picked up some gloves for Brad. Because if you haven’t noticed we got a ton of snow. This is what it looked like from the front porch on Sunday morning.

Neighbor's house

Driveway

Snowing on neighbor's fence

(had to be almost a foot of snow judging by the neighbor’s fence)

Brad and our friend Sam shoveled the long drive way. . but somewhere during the mix, Brad couldn’t find his gloves. So I told him that next time I’m at said-big-warehouse-store I would pick him up a pair.

Tonight I was at said-warehouse-store and I got him a good pair of gloves. . . after I left the checkout, and got passed the exit into the harsh cold weather, I noticed that the new gloves were where I left them. They didn’t scan the gloves. . that means I didn’t pay for them.

At this point, I’m standing there thinking:

“Eh, lets just go. . . it’s their fault.”

Then I remembered. . . my dad’s face that awful day and I quickly turned around and gave the gloves to the greeter and said, “They didn’t ring me up for this and I’ll just get it next time I’m here.”

Plus, I have money. . . gloves aren’t important enough to steal. Geez! Funny thing, I still look for cameras in the stores. . . even though I don’t steal, I need to know who could be watching me.

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3 Comments

  • Reply Andrea November 29, 2010 at 3:06 am

    I once stole a $0.99 necktie from a thrift store because I needed it for work as a waitress that day. I didn’t get caught but was so nervous I’m sure they knew. I still feel bad and give all my old clothes and kids stuff to that store. Good for you!

  • Reply Shinobi December 1, 2010 at 10:37 am

    I totally look for cameras in pretty much every store. I just want to know where they are.

  • Reply GarBear December 2, 2010 at 6:49 pm

    Cameras? Never noticed… except the blatantly obvious ones at Taco Bell where they also have the monitor that shows what they’re capturing…

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