WHEN MY NEIGHBOR HANDED THE WAITER MY STOLEN CREDIT CARD, I EXPECTED EMBARRASSMENT. THEN A POLICE OFFICER MENTIONED ANOTHER TRANSACTION, AND THE WHOLE TABLE WENT SILENT.
THE OFFICER PICKED UP MY CREDIT CARD, LOOKED AT ME, THEN FROWNED.
“MA’AM, THERE’S A PROBLEM.”
ACROSS THE TABLE, MY NEIGHBOR STOPPED CRYING.
AND SMILED.
IT WAS A TINY SMILE.
SMUG.
LIKE SHE’D JUST BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEBODY TO DISCOVER THAT I WAS THE REAL PROBLEM.
I FELT MY STOMACH TIGHTEN. “WHAT PROBLEM?”
THE OFFICER TURNED THE CARD OVER.
THEN HE LOOKED AT MY NEIGHBOR, DENISE.
“BEFORE WE GET TO THIS CARD, I’D LIKE YOU TO EXPLAIN THE OTHER TRANSACTION.”
HER SMILE VANISHED.
“WHAT OTHER TRANSACTION?”
THE OFFICER REACHED INTO HIS POCKET AND PULLED OUT A FOLDED SHEET OF PAPER.
THAT WAS WHEN I REALIZED THE $2,400 RESTAURANT BILL WASN’T THE BEGINNING OF DENISE’S PROBLEM.
IT WASN’T EVEN THE FIRST TIME SHE’D TRIED TO USE MY CARD.
MY NAME IS CAROL, AND I HAVE LIVED ON THE SAME STREET FOR 19 YEARS.
FOR 17 OF THOSE YEARS, I GOT ALONG REASONABLY WELL WITH EVERYONE.
THEN DENISE MOVED IN NEXT DOOR.
AT FIRST, WE WERE FRIENDLY.
NOT FRIENDS. FRIENDLY.
THE KIND OF RELATIONSHIP WHERE YOU COLLECT SOMEONE’S MAIL WHEN THEY’RE AWAY AND PRETEND NOT TO NOTICE WHEN THEIR GARBAGE CAN BLOWS HALFWAY DOWN THE STREET.
THEN SHE STARTED PARKING ACROSS MY DRIVEWAY.
NOT BESIDE IT. ACROSS IT.
THE FIRST TIME, I KNOCKED. “DENISE, CAN YOU MOVE YOUR CAR?”
SHE APOLOGIZED.
THE SECOND TIME, SAME THING.
THE THIRD TIME, I HAD TO LEAVE FOR A DOCTOR’S APPOINTMENT.
I KNOCKED. NO ANSWER.
CALLED. NO ANSWER.
TEXTED. NOTHING.
FORTY MINUTES LATER, SHE CAME OUTSIDE CARRYING COFFEE.
“SORRY. I FORGOT.”
I SAID, “YOU FORGOT MY DRIVEWAY EXISTS?”
SHE DIDN’T LIKE THAT.
THINGS DETERIORATED FROM THERE.
THE FINAL INCIDENT HAPPENED WHEN I WAS SUPPOSED TO PICK UP MY SISTER AFTER MINOR SURGERY.
DENISE’S SUV WAS BLOCKING ME IN AGAIN.
I KNOCKED TWICE.
CALLED.
THEN I CALLED THE NUMBER FOR PARKING ENFORCEMENT LISTED BY OUR NEIGHBORHOOD ASSOCIATION.
THE VEHICLE WAS EVENTUALLY TOWED.
DENISE CAME TO MY DOOR FURIOUS.
“YOU HAD MY CAR TOWED?”
“I NEEDED TO LEAVE.”
“YOU COULD’VE WAITED.”
“I DID.”
“FOR HOW LONG?”
“LONGER THAN I SHOULD HAVE.”
SHE CALLED ME A MISERABLE OLD WOMAN.
I WAS 56 AT THE TIME.
I TOLD HER I’D BEEN CALLED WORSE BY MORE INTERESTING PEOPLE.
THAT DID NOT IMPROVE THE RELATIONSHIP.
AFTERWARD, WE STOPPED SPEAKING EXCEPT WHEN NECESSARY.
APPARENTLY DENISE TOLD SEVERAL NEIGHBORS I WAS VINDICTIVE.
I TOLD NOBODY ANYTHING BECAUSE I HAD DISCOVERED ONE OF LIFE’S GREAT PLEASURES: NOT CARING WHAT DENISE THOUGHT.
THEN LAST FRIDAY, I CAME HOME FROM THE GROCERY STORE.
I CARRIED TWO BAGS INSIDE, UNPACKED THEM, AND WENT ONLINE TO PAY A UTILITY BILL.
MY MAIN CREDIT CARD WASN’T IN MY WALLET.
I CHECKED MY PURSE. NOTHING.
COAT POCKETS. NOTHING.
CAR. NOTHING.
THEN I REMEMBERED I’D PULLED THE CARD OUT AT THE GROCERY STORE.
I WONDERED IF I’D DROPPED IT THERE.
BEFORE CALLING THE STORE, I CHECKED MY DOORBELL CAMERA.
THERE I WAS, WALKING TOWARD MY FRONT DOOR WITH GROCERY BAGS LOOPED OVER BOTH ARMS.
I PUT ONE BAG DOWN, PULLED OUT MY KEYS, AND SOMETHING SLIPPED FROM MY PURSE.
A CARD.
RIGHT ONTO THE EDGE OF MY DRIVEWAY.
I LEANED CLOSER TO THE SCREEN.
TEN MINUTES LATER, DENISE APPEARED.
SHE WAS WALKING PAST WITH HER LITTLE WHITE DOG.
SHE STOPPED.
LOOKED DOWN.
PICKED UP THE CARD.
THEN SHE DID SOMETHING I STILL CAN’T EXPLAIN AWAY.
SHE LOOKED DIRECTLY TOWARD MY FRONT DOOR.
NOT CASUALLY.
SHE KNEW EXACTLY WHOSE DRIVEWAY SHE WAS STANDING IN.
THEN SHE PUT THE CARD IN HER PURSE.
SHE DIDN’T KNOCK.
DIDN’T PUT IT THROUGH THE MAIL SLOT.
DIDN’T TEXT.
SHE WALKED HOME.
I WATCHED THE CLIP TWICE.
THEN I CALLED MY BANK. “MY CREDIT CARD HAS BEEN TAKEN.”
THE REPRESENTATIVE ASKED WHETHER I WAS SURE IT WASN’T SIMPLY LOST.
“I HAVE VIDEO.”
THAT CHANGED THE TONE.
THEY BLOCKED THE CARD IMMEDIATELY.
THE WOMAN ALSO ASKED ME TO REVIEW MY RECENT TRANSACTIONS.
NOTHING UNUSUAL APPEARED.
THEN SHE SAID, “IF ANYONE ATTEMPTS TO USE IT, THE TRANSACTION SHOULD BE DECLINED. WE’LL NOTE THE ACCOUNT.”
I ASKED WHETHER I NEEDED TO FILE A POLICE REPORT.
SHE SAID THAT WAS UP TO ME, BUT GIVEN THE VIDEO, IT WOULD BE SENSIBLE.
SO I DID.
AN OFFICER CAME BY THAT EVENING.
I SHOWED HIM THE FOOTAGE.
HE TOOK THE INFORMATION AND TOLD ME NOT TO CONFRONT DENISE.
THAT HAD ALREADY BEEN MY PLAN.
I HAD NO INTEREST IN SCREAMING OVER A HEDGE.
I ASSUMED DENISE WOULD DISCOVER THE CARD WAS BLOCKED, GET EMBARRASSED, AND EITHER THROW IT AWAY OR QUIETLY RETURN IT.
THEN ANOTHER NEIGHBOR, JANET, TEXTED ME.
ARE YOU GOING TO DENISE’S DINNER TOMORROW?
I REPLIED, “WHAT DINNER?”
APPARENTLY DENISE HAD INVITED SEVERAL PEOPLE FROM OUR STREET TO DINNER AT A HIGH-END RESTAURANT.
IT IS THE KIND OF RESTAURANT WHERE THE MENU DOESN’T INCLUDE DOLLAR SIGNS BECAUSE APPARENTLY SEEING NUMBERS IS TOO UPSETTING FOR RICH PEOPLE.
I’D BEEN THERE ONCE FOR AN ANNIVERSARY.
EXCELLENT FOOD. PAINFUL CHECK.
JANET WROTE, “SHE SAYS SHE’S TREATING EVERYONE. SOME KIND OF PEACE OFFERING AFTER ALL THE NEIGHBORHOOD DRAMA.”
I STARED AT THE MESSAGE.
THEN I LOOKED TOWARD DENISE’S HOUSE.
I WISH I COULD CLAIM I IMMEDIATELY ASSUMED THE BEST.
I DID NOT.
I CALLED THE BANK AGAIN.
THE REPRESENTATIVE CONFIRMED THE CARD WAS STILL BLOCKED.
THEN I CALLED THE OFFICER WHO HAD TAKEN MY REPORT.
I TOLD HIM WHAT I’D HEARD.
HE SAID, “DO NOT GO THERE AND CREATE A CONFRONTATION.”
“I WASN’T PLANNING TO CREATE ONE.”
THAT WAS TRUE.
I WAS PLANNING TO OBSERVE ONE.
HE SIGHED.
“CAROL.”
“CAROL, DON’T INTERFERE.”
I AGREED. MOSTLY.
THE NEXT EVENING, I DROVE TO THE RESTAURANT.
I DIDN’T STORM IN AT SEVEN.
I’M NOT COMPLETELY UNHINGED.
I WENT AROUND NINE BECAUSE JANET HAD MENTIONED DINNER STARTED AT 7:30 P.M.
WHEN I WALKED INTO THE DINING ROOM, DESSERT HAD JUST ARRIVED.
THERE WERE 11 PEOPLE AT DENISE’S TABLE.
JANET.
THE THOMPSONS.
THE YOUNG COUPLE FROM NUMBER 16.
EVEN MR. ALVAREZ FROM ACROSS THE STREET.
DENISE SAW ME FIRST.
HER SMILE DISAPPEARED. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?”
JANET LOOKED DELIGHTED. “CAROL! SIT DOWN.”
DENISE SAID, “THERE AREN’T ANY CHAIRS.”
THERE WERE TWO EMPTY CHAIRS.
I SAID, “NO, THANK YOU. I ONLY STOPPED BY.”
DENISE RECOVERED QUICKLY.
SHE SMILED AT EVERYONE. “SOME OF US ACTUALLY ENJOY BEING GENEROUS.”
THAT LINE ALMOST IMPRESSED ME.
SHE WAS SITTING UNDER A CHANDELIER, DRINKING CHAMPAGNE, INSULTING ME WHILE PLANNING TO PAY WITH MY MONEY.
I SAID, “HOW NICE.”
THEN THE WAITER APPROACHED CARRYING A BLACK FOLDER.
THE BILL.
DENISE BARELY GLANCED AT IT.
I DID.
$2,386.41.
MY HEART ACTUALLY SPED UP.
DENISE OPENED HER PURSE. AND PULLED OUT MY CARD.
FOR ONE SECOND, I THOUGHT: SURELY NOT.
SURELY SHE’S GOING TO SEE ME STANDING SIX FEET AWAY AND REALIZE THIS IS INSANE.
SHE DIDN’T. SHE PLACED THE CARD ON THE FOLDER.
THE WAITER TOOK IT. I WATCHED HIM WALK AWAY.
NOBODY ELSE NOTICED.
JANET WAS ASKING ME ABOUT MY GARDEN.
DENISE WAS PRETENDING I DIDN’T EXIST.
A MINUTE LATER, THE WAITER RETURNED. “I’M SORRY, MA’AM. THIS CARD HAS BEEN DECLINED.”
DENISE BLINKED. “RUN IT AGAIN.”
“I ALREADY TRIED TWICE.”
HER FACE TIGHTENED. “THERE’S PLENTY OF MONEY AVAILABLE.”
THAT WAS INTERESTING. HOW WOULD SHE KNOW?
THE WAITER PLACED THE CARD BESIDE THE CHECK.
MR. THOMPSON LEANED CLOSER.
THEN FROWNED. “DENISE.”
SHE LOOKED AT HIM. “THAT’S NOT YOUR NAME.”
THE TABLE BECAME SILENT.
MY NAME WAS PRINTED CLEARLY ACROSS THE FRONT.
CAROL.
JANET LOOKED AT ME. THEN AT DENISE. THEN BACK AT ME.
“OH MY GOD.”
I SAID, “MAYBE TRY YOUR OWN CARD.”
DENISE’S FACE TURNED BRIGHT RED. “YOU SET ME UP.”
I ALMOST ADMIRED THE CONFIDENCE REQUIRED TO SAY THAT.
“NO, DENISE. YOU PICKED SOMETHING UP FROM MY DRIVEWAY AND DECIDED TO SPEND IT.”
“I WAS GOING TO RETURN IT.”
“AFTER DINNER?”
“I THOUGHT YOU OWED ME.”
THAT SURPRISED EVEN ME.
“OWED YOU WHAT?”
“YOU HAD MY CAR TOWED.”
TWO YEARS EARLIER.
APPARENTLY, I HAD UNKNOWINGLY OPENED A LINE OF CREDIT WITH DENISE WHEN I CALLED A TOW TRUCK.
MR. ALVAREZ SAID, “ARE YOU SERIOUS?”
DENISE STOOD ABRUPTLY. “THIS IS RIDICULOUS.”
SHE GRABBED HER PURSE.
THAT’S WHEN THE RESTAURANT MANAGER APPROACHED.
TWO POLICE OFFICERS WERE BEHIND HIM.
THE SAME OFFICER WHO HAD TAKEN MY REPORT WAS ONE OF THEM.
DENISE FROZE.
I HADN’T ARRANGED SOME DRAMATIC STING OPERATION.
I HAD TOLD THE OFFICER WHERE DENISE MIGHT ATTEMPT TO USE THE CARD.
HE’D CONTACTED THE RESTAURANT AND ASKED THE MANAGER TO CALL IF SOMEONE PRESENTED IT.
THAT WAS ALL.
THE OFFICERS HADN’T BEEN SITTING IN A VAN WAITING FOR DESSERT.
THEY ARRIVED AFTER THE MANAGER CALLED.
ONE OFFICER ASKED DENISE TO REMAIN AT THE TABLE.
SHE STARTED CRYING ALMOST IMMEDIATELY.
SHE SAID IT WAS A MISUNDERSTANDING.
SHE SAID SHE’D FOUND THE CARD.
SHE SAID SHE INTENDED TO RETURN IT.
THEN SHE SAID I’D DELIBERATELY ALLOWED HER TO USE IT SO I COULD EMBARRASS HER.
THOSE EXPLANATIONS DID NOT WORK PARTICULARLY WELL TOGETHER.
THE OFFICER PICKED UP MY CARD.
LOOKED AT ME AND FROWNED. “MA’AM, THERE’S A PROBLEM.”
DENISE STOPPED CRYING. AND SMILED.
I THOUGHT FOR ONE HORRIBLE SECOND THAT I’D MADE SOME MISTAKE.
THE OFFICER SAID, “THERE’S ANOTHER ATTEMPTED TRANSACTION ASSOCIATED WITH THIS CARD.”
I STARED AT HIM. “WHAT?”
HE UNFOLDED THE PAPER.
THE BANK HAD CONTACTED THE POLICE DEPARTMENT AFTER RECEIVING THE REPORT BECAUSE THERE HAD BEEN AN ONLINE AUTHORIZATION ATTEMPT FRIDAY AFTERNOON.
LESS THAN HALF AN HOUR AFTER DENISE PICKED UP MY CARD.
$1,980.
AT AN ELECTRONICS RETAILER.
MY STOMACH DROPPED.
“I DIDN’T SEE THAT.”
“IT NEVER POSTED.”
BECAUSE THE TRANSACTION HAD BEEN FLAGGED FOR ADDITIONAL VERIFICATION AND REJECTED.
THE BANK REPRESENTATIVE I SPOKE WITH THE FIRST TIME HAD APPARENTLY BEEN LOOKING ONLY AT COMPLETED TRANSACTIONS.
THE ATTEMPTED PURCHASE WAS VISIBLE TO THE FRAUD DEPARTMENT.
THE OFFICER LOOKED AT DENISE.
“DID YOU ATTEMPT TO PLACE AN ONLINE ORDER YESTERDAY?”
“NO.”
HER ANSWER CAME TOO QUICKLY.
“WHAT STORE?” I ASKED.
HE TOLD ME.
JANET SUDDENLY SAID, “DIDN’T YOU SAY YOU WERE BUYING YOUR SON A LAPTOP?”
EVERY HEAD TURNED TOWARD DENISE.
DENISE STARED AT HER.
JANET COVERED HER MOUTH.
“OH.”
THAT WAS WHEN THINGS BECAME MUCH WORSE FOR DENISE.
THE OFFICER DID NOT DRAMATICALLY HANDCUFF HER BESIDE THE CRÈME BRÛLÉE.
REAL LIFE WAS LESS CINEMATIC.
HE ASKED HER QUESTIONS.
SHE DENIED THE ONLINE PURCHASE.
THEN ADMITTED SHE HAD VISITED THE WEBSITE BUT CLAIMED SHE WAS ONLY “CHECKING WHETHER THE CARD WORKED.”
WHICH WAS POSSIBLY THE LEAST HELPFUL SENTENCE SHE COULD HAVE OFFERED.
THE OFFICERS ASKED HER TO STEP AWAY FROM THE TABLE.
BEFORE SHE WENT, THE MANAGER SAID, “SOMEONE STILL NEEDS TO SETTLE THE CHECK.”
EVERYBODY LOOKED AT DENISE.
DENISE LOOKED AT EVERYBODY ELSE.
SHE HAD INVITED 11 PEOPLE AND ANNOUNCED IT WAS HER TREAT.
APPARENTLY SHE’D ALSO ORDERED TWO EXPENSIVE BOTTLES OF WINE.
HER OWN CARDS COULD NOT COVER THE FULL BILL.
I KNOW THIS BECAUSE I WATCHED HER TRY.
ONE DECLINED.
ANOTHER WAS APPROVED ONLY PARTIALLY.
HER HUSBAND WASN’T THERE.
SHE CALLED HIM. HE DID NOT SOUND PLEASED.
EVENTUALLY, THE REMAINING BALANCE WAS SPLIT AMONG SEVERAL GUESTS.
I OFFERED TO PAY FOR JANET BECAUSE SHE’D ONLY ATTENDED AFTER DENISE INSISTED.
JANET REFUSED.
SHE SAID, “I THINK I’VE ALREADY RECEIVED ENOUGH ENTERTAINMENT FOR ONE EVENING.”
I LEFT SHORTLY AFTER THE OFFICERS DID.
I WAS NOT SMILING.
THAT’S SOMETHING I WANT TO MAKE CLEAR.
THE SITUATION HAD GONE BEYOND SATISFYING.
WATCHING SOMEBODY GET CAUGHT STEALING FROM YOU SOUNDS WONDERFUL UNTIL YOU’RE STANDING THERE REALIZING THEY DIDN’T MAKE ONE STUPID IMPULSIVE CHOICE.
DENISE HAD PICKED UP MY CARD.
TAKEN IT HOME.
TRIED TO SPEND NEARLY $2,000 ONLINE.
THEN, AFTER THAT FAILED, INVITED NEIGHBORS TO AN EXPENSIVE DINNER AND TRIED AGAIN.
THAT REQUIRED PLANNING.
THE NEXT WEEK, A DETECTIVE CONTACTED ME.
I SENT THE ORIGINAL DOORBELL FOOTAGE DIRECTLY FROM THE CAMERA SYSTEM.
THE BANK PROVIDED ITS RECORDS.
THE RESTAURANT PRESERVED ITS RECEIPT AND SECURITY FOOTAGE.
I WAS TOLD DENISE WOULD BE DEALING WITH CHARGES RELATED TO THE ATTEMPTED UNAUTHORIZED USE OF THE CARD.
I STAYED OUT OF THE DETAILS AFTER THAT.
I DIDN’T NEED A FRONT-ROW SEAT. THE NEIGHBORHOOD, UNFORTUNATELY, DID.
YOU CANNOT INVITE HALF A STREET TO DINNER, ATTEMPT TO PAY WITH YOUR NEIGHBOR’S STOLEN CREDIT CARD, AND EXPECT PRIVACY AFTERWARD.
FOR ABOUT A WEEK, PEOPLE TREATED ME LIKE I’D ENGINEERED THE ENTIRE THING.
MR. THOMPSON SAID, “REMIND ME NEVER TO GET ON YOUR BAD SIDE.”
I SAID, “DON’T STEAL MY CREDIT CARD AND WE SHOULD BE FINE.”
THEN SOMETHING HAPPENED I HADN’T EXPECTED.
DENISE’S HUSBAND, PAUL, KNOCKED ON MY DOOR.
I ALMOST DIDN’T ANSWER.
HE LOOKED EXHAUSTED. HE HANDED ME AN ENVELOPE.
INSIDE WAS A WRITTEN APOLOGY.
NOT FROM DENISE. FROM HIM.
HE SAID, “I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THE CARD.”
“I BELIEVE YOU.”
“SHE TOLD ME THE RESTAURANT ISSUE WAS BECAUSE YOU’D CANCELED A CARD YOU’D LOANED HER.”
I ACTUALLY LAUGHED. “OF COURSE SHE DID.”
HE LOOKED EMBARRASSED.
THEN HE SAID, “THIS ISN’T THE FIRST PROBLEM WE’VE HAD WITH MONEY.”
THAT EXPLAINED MORE THAN I WANTED TO KNOW.
DENISE HAD APPARENTLY ACCUMULATED DEBT WITHOUT TELLING HIM.
CREDIT CARDS.
BUY-NOW-PAY-LATER ACCOUNTS.
SEVERAL LOANS.
THE DINNER WASN’T JUST REVENGE AGAINST ME.
IT WAS ALSO PERFORMANCE.
SHE WANTED THE NEIGHBORS TO SEE HER AS GENEROUS.
SUCCESSFUL.
THE PERSON WHO COULD CASUALLY SPEND THOUSANDS ON DINNER.
USING MY CARD LET HER ACT LIKE SOMEBODY SHE DESPERATELY WANTED PEOPLE TO BELIEVE SHE WAS.
THAT DIDN’T MAKE ME FEEL SORRY ENOUGH TO EXCUSE HER.
BUT IT MADE THE WHOLE THING LESS MYSTERIOUS.
PEOPLE DO RIDICULOUS THINGS TO PROTECT THE VERSION OF THEMSELVES THEY WANT OTHER PEOPLE TO SEE.
PAUL APOLOGIZED AGAIN.
THEN HE ASKED, “WHY DIDN’T YOU CONFRONT HER WHEN YOU SAW THE VIDEO?”
I THOUGHT ABOUT IT.
“BECAUSE I WANTED THE CARD BLOCKED BEFORE SHE KNEW I KNEW.”
“THAT’S IT?”
“MOSTLY.”
HE GAVE ME A LOOK.
FINE.
THERE WAS ALSO A SMALL PART OF ME THAT WANTED DENISE TO DISCOVER FOR HERSELF THAT SHE’D STOLEN A USELESS PIECE OF PLASTIC.
I’M NOT A SAINT.
BUT I DIDN’T MAKE HER INVITE 11 PEOPLE TO DINNER.
I DIDN’T MAKE HER SPEND $2,400.
I DIDN’T MAKE HER ATTEMPT TO BUY A LAPTOP.
THOSE WERE HER DECISIONS.
A MONTH LATER, DENISE MOVED OUT TEMPORARILY.
I DON’T KNOW WHETHER SHE AND PAUL ARE STAYING MARRIED.
I DON’T ASK.
THE DRIVEWAY HAS BEEN WONDERFULLY CLEAR.
JANET STILL JOKES ABOUT THE DINNER.
A FEW WEEKS AGO, SHE INVITED ME OVER FOR WINE.
WHEN I ARRIVED, SHE HELD UP HER CREDIT CARD.
“THIS ONE’S MINE.”
“GOOD START.”
“AND DINNER IS ALREADY PAID FOR.”
“EVEN BETTER.”
WE LAUGHED.
I GOT MY REPLACEMENT CARD WITHIN A WEEK.
IT HAS A DIFFERENT NUMBER.
I ALSO TURNED ON INSTANT TRANSACTION ALERTS FOR EVERYTHING.
PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE DONE THAT YEARS AGO.
THE STRANGEST PART IS THAT DENISE WAS RIGHT ABOUT ONE THING.
I DID LEARN A LESSON.
JUST NOT THE ONE SHE THOUGHT SHE’D TEACH ME WHEN SHE ANNOUNCED TO EVERYONE THAT I WAS A MISERABLE OLD WOMAN.
IF YOU FIND SOMETHING THAT BELONGS TO SOMEBODY YOU HATE, RETURNING IT DOESN’T BECOME OPTIONAL.
AND IF YOU DECIDE TO STEAL IT INSTEAD, PERHAPS DON’T INVITE HALF THE NEIGHBORHOOD TO WATCH YOU FIND OUT WHETHER IT STILL WORKS.
IF YOU WERE ONE OF THE NEIGHBORS AT THAT DINNER, WOULD YOU HAVE HELPED COVER THE BILL AFTER LEARNING THE TRUTH, OR REFUSED ON PRINCIPLE?
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