Question of the Day!

Well, a pfenning saved is a pfenning earned, or so Ben Franklin once wrote.

Seriously, though, I once walked out with a pack of gum like that. It had fallen between cases of Coke and no one noticed it, not me, not the cashier, not the eagle-eyed (that's a joke) security guard.

I finally realized it had happened when I got to my car, which was all the way across the parking lot. I debated with myself going back inside to pay for it, but then I called it a full-parking-lot tax on the business and simply never went back.

The internal monologue was like:

You should come clean and pay for that Trident.

But it's half a mile to walk back across the parking lot.

But this time, you don't have a full cart to schlep. Besides, you have to walk a quarter of the way there just to return the cart.

Return the cart? What kind of goody-two-shoes shit do you think you are?

Hello? Halo!

For feck's sake, it's a pack of gum, not the Crown Jewels of France.

Oh, fine. But we're never coming back.

That's fair; I can't deal with this parking lot, anyway.

Drink later?

Definitely.

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