I'm a thief

Last week I had to visit the post office. I won't tell you why because I want you to use your imagination. Tell me why you think I was there as a comment below. So I enter and it was pretty busy. I quickly spotted two hipsters. A guy and a girl. They were chilling out like it was a bar. They could have been a couple or brother and sister. I really couldn't tell. The girl had very short hair that was coarse. Bitch looked like she had steel wool glued onto her head. She gave me a dirty look and her boy toy quickly did the same. I usually ignore these type of things, but I gave one right back. It was the same look an infant gives when you bother it. It is universally recognized. I then went on with my business. I needed a pen to write down some addresses. The ones provided by the post office were hard to find. When I did find one it was out of ink. I was surprised but I really shouldn't have been. People use ink like it's free food. They can never get enough. I then went to somebody who worked there and asked for a writing utensil. I was sternly told to return it to another person because she was going on her break. Very reasonable request. When I started writing with it I was very impressed. This thing would be perfect for doodling in class, but it needed to be return. The more I waited in line the more I wanted to keep the pen. I told myself it was just a pen and I could part ways with it. As I was being helped I reached for the pen which was now in my pocket. Something stopped me. I don't know what it was, and I don't think I'll ever know. My voice cramped up and I couldn't say the words "Another person let me borrow this. Here you go." I almost forgot what was happening. I almost fucked around and requested overnight shipping. Then I looked up to my right. I saw a security camera. I immediately thought that the woman who had kindly let me borrow her pen was eating her lunch and shaking her head as she watched me. I did a 360 to make sure no security guards were around. They weren't. Actually, I don't think there are security guards at any post office. I quickly left and put my hood over my head. I tried to look inconspicuous, but I didn't. I was pretty much running. I am Baliwala. If you have something that clicks or is used to write down reminders, I want it. That is all.