A coda to the theft story... as I was thunderclouding my way back home that night, I was stuck at a very long light waiting for the crosswalk to clear, with another woman. I realized I was thunderclouding her, and that wasn't very nice, so I gave a slight smile. She shivered and said, "It's cold!" I said, "I know! August, it's crazy!"
"Gonna be hot this weekend though."
"Yup, it will be nice."
"Last one probably, of the summer."
Aaaaand we're still waiting on the crosswalk signal. We're leaning on the sandwich board fro the Zumba class.
"You know," I said, as I tapped the sandwich board, "I was just in this dance class, and four kids came in to join, and one of them stole $20 from the teacher!"
"Well, people need money."
"Excuse me? And stealing is the way to get it?"
"I'm just saying, working people don't have enough. You have to do stuff."
"What?! And stealing is the way to go about it?!"
As she turned the corner out of the crosswalk one way, and I went the other, she gave me a shrug, and a "well...."
I shouted something as I walked away, and I was so upset I can't even remember what.
So maybe these kids were sent by a relative, parent or guardian to thieve.
And in the sputters of my anger, I should have turned around and said, "Need money? Maybe you could try teaching dance classes for money. Or sure, just tell teenagers it is OK to steal. You know what lady, you deserve the bad day it looks like you're having and I'm sorry you're such a miserable asshole."