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I have two kinds of regrets. There’s the one that makes me cringe, but I know deep down I’m better for it; or there’s the regret that I’ll always regret. Like ordering a measly salad at an expensive restaurant right after rent was due and then finding out we’re all splitting the bill anyway. Get the filet my friends, always get the filet.
Here’s a cringeworthy one:
It was a sleepy 17-year-old summer and my middle-class Jersey guilt was riding high. My friends and I had discovered After Shock, hookah bars in the city that didn’t card and mediocre orgasms, but we were still feeling unsatisfied and hard drugs seemed scary. So we did what every mall-attending Jersey girl would do in this situation: stole stuff. It started out with simple things like 99 cent bracelets down the shore. Then maybe a Gap t-shirt. I’ll admit my friends were more steadfast than I. Seven jeans, Fossil wallets and god knows what else started popping up in my friends’ bedrooms. They gave them as presents. “I got this for you, specifically.” How sweet, really.
Then one day I decided I wanted a necklace from a rather posh department store. And I didn’t want to pay for it. I deserved it, right? I hadn’t gotten pregnant. I took AP classes. There had to be some sort of balance, right? My friend and I both put necklaces on, walked around the store some more, and bought some underwear. (Good plan, right? Buy something. If you buy something then why would they think you stole something else?) See, this is where I start to cringe. We then proceeded to leave the store.
A large dude came hurrying past us and asked us to follow him. We played dumb. I knew. My heart puked out my mouth and fell outside near some cars. We proceeded down to the basement. A long, curvy, creepy basement you see in movies about kids being abducted from Nicaragua. For a moment I thought maybe he just wanted to have sex with us, and had no other motives like calling my parents or sending me to jail.
He introduced us to Luisa. It was her first day on the job, and she had caught us on tape! Luisa smiled, exposing her missing teeth and rotting gums. The rest is a blur except that I was in shock and couldn’t cry while my friend went hysterical. So I seemed like the bad kid. I was ridiculed for my lack of response. I no longer criticize parents who lose kids and can’t shed a tear. We all react in different ways; mine was to shut down and pretend Luisa was just someone out of a Law & Order episode.
He wanted to send us to jail. But I guess he took pity on my blubbering friend, and since we were under 18, he just called our parents and sent us home. And I had to pay off the bracelet x5 with my entire summer job money.
My mom came to pick me up, obviously pissed. Never cross a Sicilian mother. I was ready to have my rights read right then and there. (Cringe again.) I almost asked Luisa if I could just crash with her for the next year or two.
So yes. I’m embarrassed. My parents were hurt. But truly do I regret it? Had I not done it, would I have kept on this path of petty larceny? What if I had been 18 and stolen a shoe? It’s better it happened when it did, or I may have been in for a lot worse. I can’t even steal a glance now, let alone anything of material value. Not to mention, Luisa looked pretty damn good on her first day of work, and I bet someone at home was really proud of her.
So, in hindsight: Take the filet, leave the necklace.