I have to confess a moment of weakness...
In Sweden we have 3,5 months of warm weather, if we're lucky. The rest of the year it's cold, dark and almost unbearable. Hadn't the conditions to live and prosper in Sweden been so good, half of the population would have been gone years ago. Anyhow...
On freezing evening in november I went to the store bying breakfast for the following day and I brought just lose change being abosolutely sure I had the right amount, at least. How expensive can bread and cheese be, huh?
But I didn't have enough. Why the fuck didn't I bring my credit card? I panicked because I refused to walk back in the fucking raging blizzard outside. I strolled for maybe 20 minutes in the store, looking for the cheapest bread etc, "there has to be something I can afford", but no.
So...
I went to soda departement and put the bread down my pants (in my youth we often shop lifted so I had done it before) and then just payed for the cheese. Jaysus christ the adrenaline just poured like a fuckin' monsoon but I managed to behave normal and walk out of there.
Me, stealing bread, like a petty thief, because of the weather. I blame Thor and rest of Valhalla...