I Can’t Believe I Almost Stole

I’m part of a pretty poor family that may hardly keep our family afloat.  My pop attempted incredibly tough to pay for my education but I took it for granted.  I wasn’t very studious and ended up giving up on studies in spite of the proven fact that my pa tried so difficult to pay for it. 

A long time has passed since I quit college and I regularly look back on my decision with a sense of sadness.  Immediately after i quit college I found a job.  I gave way too much weight to work that I did not see the long run benefits of going to faculty and getting a higher education.  I appreciate that it is my fault this happened and if I could go back I might change my decision.  But I also need to blame my fogeys for not inspiring enough.  They should have pushed me as hard as they could to complete my education.  Well the past is the past.  But now I am in a stagnant situation and do not have the education or abilities I need to go further in this life. 

I work as a sales representative in a ladies outfitter.  My time here has taught me a lot about fashion and the latest trends.  I’m happy to assert that the majority of our customers make it a point to find me for information on the hippest new products and what would fit their style the best.  I've developed a great eye for these things. 

There is this one lady that is a regular at our store.  Her name is Mrs.  Wilson.  She could be a lovely girl with satin like skin.  I’ve always envied and admired her pretty and occasionally have fantasized about switching spots with her.  She’s everything I wish I could be.  I know it’s just a dumb fantasy but it’s what it is.  One day she walked in and I started helping her in picking out a handful of expensive coats.  She went in to try them on and I spotted her Louis Vuitton bag.  My eyes became fixated on it.  It looked so beautiful and dear.  I could not resist the temptation to the take a harder look.  I picked up the bag and had a more in-depth look.  A part of me was so stricken by its beauty that I considered stealing it and running away with it.  As I pondered about this another sales representative walked in the room and let me know that it was not worthwhile.  The bag was really a Louis Vuitton copy bag that she came in abd purchases last week. 

I was mortified that my pal had caught me considering taking the bag.  I went to the same section that the girl purchased the Louis Vuitton duplicate bag and was surprised at just how inexpensive the bag was.  Mrs.  Wilson definitely had a great sense of fashion and the duplicate looked like a normal Louis Vuitton bag.  The Louis Vuitton replica looked incredibly real.