That’s my reasoning too. In fact, I wouldn’t care if a giant chain would go under because I stole bread and sausages, I am not going to just lie down and die because society says so.
I literally got caught doing that one time. I was in a really bad spot. I never stole for money or to resell, or for value like, I always went for food I was actually going to eat, and I even avoided the pricier brands because I didn’t want to be an asshole- I just wanted to survive, you know.
I grabbed a few smoked dried sausages and some bread, and went outside and ate them. Two plain clothes cops came up to me, “Where’d you get that?”, I was like, “This is my lunch”, and they said, “So, you didn’t nick that from the store right now?”, and I sat there silent for a moment and said, “Well… I’m not saying I did, but if I did say I nicked it from the store right now, what would theoretically happen to me?”, and the guy looked at me and the meager meal I had scrounged and said “let’s go”.
We went back into the store, and he went up to the cash register, and paid for my meal out of his own pocket. Then he motioned for us to leave, and then, as if he caught himself remembering that he needed to “do” something, he looked at the cashiers and then back at me and yelled at me- “AND DON’T DO IT AGAIN!”. But we were all good.
Best cop interaction of my life. If anything, I have never felt worse about stealing, because his pity really hit home to me how bad shape I was really in that time…
Hey, don’t feel bad. A giant chain won’t go under because someone desperate needed to eat.
That’s my reasoning too. In fact, I wouldn’t care if a giant chain would go under because I stole bread and sausages, I am not going to just lie down and die because society says so.
I literally got caught doing that one time. I was in a really bad spot. I never stole for money or to resell, or for value like, I always went for food I was actually going to eat, and I even avoided the pricier brands because I didn’t want to be an asshole- I just wanted to survive, you know.
I grabbed a few smoked dried sausages and some bread, and went outside and ate them. Two plain clothes cops came up to me, “Where’d you get that?”, I was like, “This is my lunch”, and they said, “So, you didn’t nick that from the store right now?”, and I sat there silent for a moment and said, “Well… I’m not saying I did, but if I did say I nicked it from the store right now, what would theoretically happen to me?”, and the guy looked at me and the meager meal I had scrounged and said “let’s go”.
We went back into the store, and he went up to the cash register, and paid for my meal out of his own pocket. Then he motioned for us to leave, and then, as if he caught himself remembering that he needed to “do” something, he looked at the cashiers and then back at me and yelled at me- “AND DON’T DO IT AGAIN!”. But we were all good.
Best cop interaction of my life. If anything, I have never felt worse about stealing, because his pity really hit home to me how bad shape I was really in that time…