While looking around the store, I noticed that the owner stocked various tempting cake-decorating candies next to the baking goods. My favourite was the chocolate sprinkles. We enjoyed eating them, though the proprietor must have wondered why boys would want baking supplies. I noticed on one shopping trip that these tempting toppings were near the back and out of sight from the man at the cash register. I pocketed a package of silver-coloured beads and only paid for my chocolate bar. All the way back to the dorm, I kept thinking of my wicked deed. My conscience preoccupied me so much that I kept trying to cross the wrong streets.
“What’s wrong with you, Bruce? Do you have a girlfriend or something?” Neddie asked me.
As I did not want him to know what I had done, I said, “I’m just tired, that’s all.”
Once we returned to the dorm, I sat on my bed and ate my ill-gotten treat. “What I did wasn’t actually stealing,” I thought to myself. As the store owner had plenty of candy and other goodies, I reasoned that a few bags of sprinkles wouldn’t make a difference. Since I was not rich, it seemed only fair that I should enjoy a few luxuries now and then. I believed it was Jericho’s fault too since I ought to have received more than fifty cents a week. As I was far from home, I felt I deserved to be compensated with sweets.
I stole a few more packets during subsequent trips to the store. The sign on the door which read, “THESE PREMISES PROTECTED BY ELECTRIC EYE,” made me uneasy at first. I comforted myself with the thought that I was unlike those robbers who took all the money. I was merely getting what I felt was rightfully mine.
Each time I pocketed those sweet confections, it became a little easier. In fact, I began to feel a smug sense of pride for having outwitted the grownups. As I was not apprehended and punished, I began regularly stealing cake toppings.
I walked toward the store’s front door one evening when a packet slipped out of my pants pocket. Realizing that I could not leave it in plain view, I said, “Oops. I wonder how that got there.” The man stared at me without a word. Guilt washed over my soul as I realized he knew all the time what I was doing. “I better put this back,” I mumbled.
I hurriedly replaced the cake sprinkles and walked out of the store. The owner did not need to say a word. His hurt look was enough to permanently rebuke me. I never stole anything from his store again.
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