I didn't mean to steal the cheese. Really.
Monday afternoon I "ran" to Costco. Again. I cannot keep away, even though it takes me a half hour to get there, and a half hour to come back. Anything to keep me out of the dreaded local Walmart.
I grabbed my produce, cheddar and string cheeses, bread, tortillas, hummus, baggies, milk, Craisins and whatnot and put them all in my giant cart. I had both Annie and Maddie and their coats in the shopping cart as well. I got up to the checkout and put everything on the conveyor belt and paid for my goods. I handed my receipt to the lady at the exit (who drew not 1, not 2, but 3 smiley faces on our receipt) and headed out to our minivan.
I wrestled my little run-aways into their car seats and seat belts and then proceeded to unload the groceries into the car. All was rosy and bright until I grabbed the coats to throw in the car and there was the cheddar cheese. Probably not paid for, but outside the store.
I rummaged through my purse and found the receipt. Milk, bread, tortillas, string cheese..... but no cheese.
The kids are already in the car. How bad would I feel about just going home?
It's just $5. I'm sure I've been overcharged for numerous things at Walmart. (When I pay attention- I find it happens pretty regularly.) It's probably even happened here at Costco a time or two.
But then I pictured trying to eat the cheese. I would be filled with guilt every time I opened the fridge.
This inner argument lasted almost 5 minutes. (I know, I know. I'm a bad person.)
So I grabbed the cheese, shoved it in my purse under my wallet and walked back into the store. I walked until I found an aisle with no one there, dug it out and then walked to the check out stands. I kept waiting for the Loss Prevention people to come corner me and ask why the cheese had been in my purse in the first place. But nothing happened, and I paid for the cheese.
And walked out again.