I looted, took advantage of a friendship, and put my wife in danger.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
I don’t remember what happened that caused us all to start looting a gas station, but I remember jumping in and taking anything I could.\u00c2\u00a0 At first, I was just grabbing the stuff I was already going to buy, but then I thought I might be able to resell some of the stuff I took.\u00c2\u00a0 I looked for anything expensive — but its a gas station right.\u00c2\u00a0 I grabbed oil.\u00c2\u00a0 I went to the car to unload what I had taken, thinking I would just run back in and take even more.\u00c2\u00a0 While I was doing that, people all around me were grabbing stuff off the shelves, just like I was.\u00c2\u00a0 I remember thinking, “what’s wrong with these people?”\u00c2\u00a0 Stephanie asked what was going on when I dropped the stuff I had stolen off in the car.\u00c2\u00a0 “Nothing, just start packing this stuff up” I told her.\u00c2\u00a0 When I got back to the gas station, the door was locked.\u00c2\u00a0 A friend of mine (I have no idea who it was, just that I knew the guy) was inside, wearing a gas station uniform.\u00c2\u00a0 He asked what I was doing, I asked him for a two liter of soda pop.\u00c2\u00a0 “I can’t, I could lose my job” he said, but I was convincing.\u00c2\u00a0 “I just need a drink, man. I won’t be long and look, so much is already gone, what would anyone notice?”\u00c2\u00a0 There was someone else in the store with him that I didn’t recognize. He let me in.<\/p>\n
Once inside I grabbed two bottles of Mt Dew and started making small talk.\u00c2\u00a0 I was looking for opportunity.\u00c2\u00a0 If I could get him to let me take more stuff, I could… take more stuff.\u00c2\u00a0 We talked about the looting.\u00c2\u00a0 “These people are crazy, right.”\u00c2\u00a0 We were in the back of the store.\u00c2\u00a0 Something was happening up front and he ran to see what.\u00c2\u00a0 I took my opening – I grabbed a bottle of something near the oil.\u00c2\u00a0 I also saw jelly and thought of taking it: we didn’t have anything jelly at the house.\u00c2\u00a0 I decided not too, but when I saw a few boxes of Life cereal,\u00c2\u00a0 I grabbed.\u00c2\u00a0 I stuffed them in the platic bags my friend had given me to carry the soda.<\/p>\n
I headed for the front door.\u00c2\u00a0 My friend looked and saw that I had taken more than soda.\u00c2\u00a0 He looked disappointed, but didn’t say anything about the excess loot.\u00c2\u00a0 Then I noticed several bikes being sold in the middle of the station.\u00c2\u00a0 “Wow! I can’t believe no one took these!” I said.\u00c2\u00a0 “Yeah, we got lucky on that” he replied.\u00c2\u00a0 I was thinking, if I had seen those, I know I would have taken\u00c2\u00a0them first.\u00c2\u00a0 They are worth more than a bottle of oil.\u00c2\u00a0 But I couldn’t think of a way to get one now.\u00c2\u00a0 I headed back to the car.<\/p>\n
Everything after that starts to fade as I was waking up.\u00c2\u00a0 Why was I looting?\u00c2\u00a0 Why didn’t I see that my looting was the same as everyone else that I had looked at like they were crazy?\u00c2\u00a0 The bikes weren’t there the first time, so why were they there when I couldn’t get them?\u00c2\u00a0 Why did my friend let me in, even though the obviously disapproved of my stealling?\u00c2\u00a0 And why didn’t my wife ask more questions about the stolen stuff?<\/p>\n
I have little doubt this dream is anything more than the two woppers I had from Burger King last night before I went to bed, however there are a few things I see that I find interesting:<\/p>\n
I looted, took advantage of a friendship, and put my wife in danger.\u00c2\u00a0 I don’t remember what happened that caused us all to start looting a gas station, but I remember jumping in and taking anything I could.\u00c2\u00a0 At first, I was just grabbing the stuff I was already going to buy, but then I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sackrider.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sackrider.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sackrider.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sackrider.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sackrider.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.sackrider.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2942,"href":"https:\/\/www.sackrider.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8\/revisions\/2942"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sackrider.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sackrider.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sackrider.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}