Yeah, but that's an easy fix: "You know how it is. They change it on you right after you get used to the way it is already."
Whenever people come over to our house, after they leave I meticulously wipe down every surface they douched with Lysol wipes.
Whenever I go to other people's houses, I meticulously wipe down every surface I'll be touching with alcohol wipes (when they're not looking), lol.
Some months ago I ordered a duvet sheet set online. I received two sets, but had only paid for one. I kept the extra one. My husband used to be a terrible hoarder. He kept old newspaper clippings, cinema tickets, skanky old concert t-shirts, the lot. He never kept them in any kind of orderly manner, which made it even worse, but that did mean that it was very easy for me to throw tons of his shit out without him noticing. Over the years he has occasionally questioned where something had disappeared to, and I'd look all innocent and say that if he'd kept his stuff organised things wouldn't go missing. He never missed the vast majority of the stuff I'd thrown out, though.
I've never told my vegetarian friend that the sauce she loves so much at the vietnamese reataurant is fish sauce.
I'm beginning to think that I have an overactive conscience. I do occasionally eat peanut butter plain. All my confessions are probably food related! Oh, there was one time last year that the post office worker gave me I think a dollar too much. I was going to give it back but the lines were insanely long and I didn't realize until I was already out the door. I donated it but I still feel a bit guilty! I did go back to Target a few weeks ago when I realized the cashier had forgotten to ring something up.
I actually think the former is worse than the latter. With the postal worker it'll probably mean that the balance on his cash register will be off at the end of the day, with the Target thing it would have just been missing inventory with no consequences to anybody (certainly not the cashier anyway). I would have skipped the line though at the post office to give back the dollar.
Only if I'm at the office. However, I load the TP the correct way. I always thought it was interesting when I would do a septic system design. I'm literally making money off of the hot, steamy dump you just took. Speaking of stealing rocks: I went to the Petrified Forest in AZ a few years back. They've got a major issue of people poaching the petrified wood and selling it as souvenirs. It's the only national park I've been to where the rangers are armed and they do aerial surveillance.
Nope, I design them from the comfort of an office. Somebody else builds and pumps them. There's only to reasons I have to hang around the poopy. One is when as inspection is required by state/city. That's not that bad, you just check the level of the septage, see if there any glaring problems, and write up the engineer's report. The other time I get called is when the system fails. This usually sucks, the owner is panicky, the DEP/Board of Health folks are breathing down your neck to fix it yesterday, and there isn't much you can do to fix it.
One time I was using one of those self-checkout things at a store, and there was a pair of shoes I got for one of my kids on the bottom rack of the cart. I sincerely forgot it was there, and didn't notice until we were at the car. The person monitoring the self-checkouts didn't catch it, either. I was feeling too lazy to walk all the way back and pay for it, so I just kept it. That's the only instance I can think of where I took something without paying for it (albeit accidentally.) I'll usually go out of my way to avoid doing something unethical.
I don't touch the paintings. I just touch the dinosaur bones and really super old statues. I mean this bone was INSIDE a dinosaur millions of years ago, who wouldn't want to touch it?