theft raze steal from me what you couldn't afford to give away if it were yours, and sell it back to me at double the street price. 130409 ... tender_square the phone rang at the small thrift shop as i stepped to the counter. the cashier picked up the receiver and was engaged in a serious conversation. "well, if you had to do it, i understand," she offered soberly. she hung up the phone and shook her head. "that was a very strange conversation," she revealed. "i feel sorry for that man." it wasn't passing judgement, though, but a genuine concern. i couldn't help asking about it while she rang up my photo frame and table mirror. "he said, 'would you want to know if someone had stolen from the store' and i said, 'of course.' and he said, 'you have to ask me to admit it,' so i asked 'did you do it,' and he said 'yes, about ten times now,' and he asked if i was upset with him, and i said 'well, if you needed those things, i'm glad you got them,'" she motioned all around to indicate the store served those who were in need and was named after the father of the poor. "i hope he feels better, i didn't know what else to say." she smiled weakly and thanked me for listening. i didn't want to admit that i, too, was engaged in stealing, that i inquired about what had happened so i would have a story to write here. 230217 what's it to you? who go blather from