I worked at a dollar store when I was a teen. This boy used to come in every other day for different things .. I think his mom was disabled because he picked up a lot of groceries. I also think they were poor because he would pay often with bags of pennies and his clothes looked worn. Anyway… this one day T came in and was looking around when I heard a very angry “Put it back!” .. I leaned over to see who it was .. and saw this woman yelling at T about a soft drink he was carrying. He looked really scared as she laid into him about shop lifting … We all knew T at the store .. he had been coming here for over a year .. and not once was he suspected of wrong doing. So I walked over to see what was happening .. The woman quite high on her soap box explained to me how this little thief was caught red handed. I looked at her smiled and said “I think it would be hard to steal from himself … since I just sold him that Dr Pepper” … “But if you still feel that this corporate giant is being filched of $1.08 .. then I will be happy to chuck this in … under your name of course” … “I’m sure when they have time you will be receiving a very grand “Thank You” … from headquarters” … “Now, shall we go to the register?” … She looked stunned .. mumbled something and left her cart. Never saw her again .. but T kept coming till he graduated .. I think we kept the better customer.

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