Every month, we have to bring a snack for the kindergarten. Actually, two, since we have two kids in kindergarten. This month, against my better judgement, I signed up for both kids on the same day, specifically a Monday.
Sundays in Graz are quiet, and everything is closed. So I knew I had to do the shopping before then. Brian was in London all week, but then on Saturday we got some fruit from the farmer, and some cheese from the store, and I figured I'd bake bread on Monday morning, and bring it to the kindergarten by 7AM or so.
Fast forward to Valentines day night, Sunday night, we stay out late and have the fun of being out alone, thanks to my sister reading the kids to sleep.
Monday morning, I forget that I have to bring snacks, so I don't bake bread. At 7:30, I remember, oops, way too late to start that project. Quick, stop at the store on the way and grab some loaves of bread and hurry hurry.
So off I go, in the rain, on the bike. I run inside, grab my 2 things, and while I'm paying the cashier grabs my bag out of my hand and points at the cheese that I bought last week.
OH.
I didn't think of that.
I told him I bought that last week, and he asked if I could prove it. I couldn't.
He asked his coworker if she remembered me buying cheese last week. She couldn't. (of course not!)
I asked if he could prove I didn't have it with me on the way in the store. He couldn't.
So he let me go, thank goodness!
Whew, I was totally innocent of the wrongdoing, and yet I was nervous and stressed out. Imagine those people who are coerced into confessions for big crimes. I totally understand how that can happen. - You know, when you are stopped while driving, and your heart rate goes up up up, and you think of all the things you've done wrong in traffic?
Embarrassing ironic addendum to the story. Later that day, Felix accidentally helped me really take something from the same store. We bought some fruit, and he took one more than I knew about. I noticed when I got home and checked the receipt. Very oops. And very ironic.
1 comment:
That sounds like a nightmare! I can't believe they accused you of stealing the cheese! Do they date their cheese with a sell-by stamp or something? Anyway, I felt anxious just reading that story. I'm glad they let you go!
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