A few years ago, after we cancelled our subscription to our local paper, we continued to get the paper delivered for the next several months.
At one point someone from the paper called trying to get us to resubscribe, and I told him that we were still getting the paper delivered every day. He said “Well, it shows that your account is inactive… I’ll make a note.” But we still continued to get the paper for another month or two after that.
I used to take packets of salt from movie theaters, as some theaters use salt shakers, making everything beyond the top layer tasteless.
I usually take 3-4 extra napkins from Starbucks and store them in my desk at work to use whenever.
I accidentally stole a bottle of beer. I was picking up a case of lager and also got a bottle of a Belgian ale. At this store the counters are set up so that there is an area where you place your product, then the cashier and the scanners, and on the other side of the cashier is the payment equipment.
On the way to the counter I was trying to look the ale up to see if it was on lees so I would know if it needed to settle before I poured it. I got to the counter and put the case down, put the bottle down, put the phone down, got out my wallet, handed the clerk my loyalty card, picked up my phone, picked up my wallet, put the loyalty card back in, picked up the bottle, moved to the other side of the counter where the payment point was, put down my phone, put down the bottle, dug out my credit card, paid for the now scanned case, put my credit card back into my wallet, put my phone back into its pouch, picked up the case, picked up the bottle, accepted my receipt, and walked out of the store. About halfway home it occurred to me that this had been cheaper than I thought it was going to be.
Now, if you tried to do that deliberately, what kind of success rate do you think you’d have?
In the early 90s, I noticed there was “touch tone” charge on my phone bill. I called up Verizon (I think it was Verizon) and insisted I had a rotary phone when I did not. The customer service rep was more than a little suspicious but removed the “touch tone” charge.
I am not sorry for this micro-crime. In fact, I would do it again.
Well, If I could have brought my poorly covered walls to the store as evidence I would have. I did invite them over to take a look which they declined. So yes I took care of it myself.
A long time ago when I was a baby lawyer there was a parking garage near our office that was closing down because it was about to be demolished. To try to transfer the regulars, in the last few weeks the parking garage started giving away little yellow coupons permitting a day’s free parking at a second parking garage owned by the same company.
I guess in the last few weeks, the guys operating the first parking garage didn’t really give a shit since they were about to lose their job. So they were giving away wads of these free parking coupons, particularly if one was young, attractive, not above batting one’s eyelids and had cleavage - as I don’t but a couple of my female co-workers did.
All the baby lawyers in the office had weeks’ worth of these coupons. And then one of us (not me, I swear!) realised that the vouchers were really just photocopies on a very common brand of yellow paper. So she photocopied wads more of them and gave them away like candy.
I don’t really know whether I used the fake ones or the real ones because it was impossible to tell them apart, but I have to admit I didn’t really try to find out…
I go to the hardware (in particular) and get something small off the shelf, and wander around with it in my hand. Then while I’m still browsing, for some reason I need to use both hands so I do what any guy does and unthinkingly drop the small item into my pocket. I’ve just caught myself doing this several times, but it would only take the tiniest increase in absent mindedness and I wouldn’t have.
Scares me witless.
I wish they would put THAT on the tag. Decades ago, in the '60s, my father bought these 3’x3’x2" vinyl cushions. I was 6 or 7 years old and would kick these cushions around a lot (we had a linoleum floor and they would really spin if you kicked it right). One time, I kicked one while I was standing on the tag and tore it off. I was scared, I mean really scared. So scared I couldn’t tell anyone about it. I tried to tape it back on, but it didn’t work. Under Penalty of LAW.
I still feel a bit uneasy about it.
Aha! We have been on your trail for all this time excavating (for a mind). Your confession in this thread is the last piece of evidence we need. Get your toothbrush and pyjamas ready, there won’t be time after you hear the knock on the door.
On a related note, when I get propane, I get it filled outside, and they give me a ticket to take inside to pay when it’s done. I just know that one day, I’m going to put the canister back in the car and just drive off without going in to pay. So the whole time I’m standing there waiting for it to fill, I say to myself, “go in and pay, go in and pay”. That would be so embarrassing.
From Pee-wee’s Big Adventure:
I wish they would put THAT on the tag.
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They do. The tag on my current pillow, >10 years old, says tag may not be removed under penalty of law “except by the consumer”.
Thanks, took the rest of you long enough!
From the sorry-not-sorry-because-it’s-not-illegal pile:
Booze on airplanes and theaters, yep.
I ordered several items and got them; a week later most of them came again. At this point I have a legal right to keep everything, but decided I’d at least inform them. The response was obvious that they didn’t read the original item. I responded again, and they suggested “my replacement was on the way.” A third copy of some of the items came. I wouldn’t risk trying again.
That’s really funny. Thanks for pointing it out.
Yeah, now, in the 21st century. Took them long enough, we’re talking close to 50 years of watching out for The Man (Looking for **Princhester **over my shoulder).
It was summer and I was 7 years old, sentenced to one week of Vacation Bible school. None of us were particularly religious but it was summer, and mom wanted some free time to get things done. I was big into collecting stamps and on day three I received a new set I had ordered. I would much rather have stayed home and work on the new additions but I was shipped off instead.
Just after our afternoon break, I snuck into the classroom and advanced the clock one hour. Shortly thereafter, one of the staff noted the time and sent everyone home for the day. Needless to say, there were several phone calls from parents asking why their kids were sent home early, and all the kids were questioned about the crime, but nobody was caught.
Years later as an adult, I confessed my crime to mom and got a big smile. 
We used to order books quite frequently from a Russian language bookstore in Maryland. Once my husband ordered a particular book and a few days later received his copy in the mail. A few days after that he received a second copy, with no explanation and no additional charge. My husband was delighted and kept the second copy to give to a friend. Then a few days after that he received an apologetic email stating that unfortunately the book he had ordered was no longer in stock and his money would be refunded. Two books for the price of none.
Shortly thereafter the bookstore went out of business. I have always felt a little guilty, as though we were responsible for pushing it over the edge.
Seafood Green? :eek: Is that perhaps an autocorrect for Seafoam Green?
Evidence of what . . . that you’re a cheap bastard who didn’t buy enough paint? And a thief? You did it to “get even” with the store, though the inadequacy was your fault, not theirs. That was not a “micro-crime.” No wonder the store went out of business.