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Originally Posted by Jill1228
I learned this one the hard way. It is the only time I remember my mother lighting my ass up in a store! (I can laugh about it now). And you know since you embarrassed the family name, you got some more ass whuppin' when you got home
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I've probably mentioned it already on GC, but the story is good. When I was a little one I stole some lifesavers from the supermarket. I had asked my mom to get them for me and, being that anti-sugar advocate she was, she said no. So I took them anyway.
I got caught trying to be slick and eat them in the back of the car before we got home, but my crunching gave me away. My mother turned right back around to go to the store. When we got there, she spoke with the manager whom she was friendly with (neighborhood store) and then brought me over.
I was mortified and scared. I apologized and the manager listened. Then, he STARTED TO TAKE OFF HIS BELT while telling me the next time I stole from him, he'd take care of it himself. At this point I was terrified.
I still got my behind whooped once we got home.