That One Time at Work

I've always been known as the level-headed cashier at my local grocery store. So when I suddenly started stealing packets of ketchup from behind the counter and hiding them in my bag, it felt like a complete 180-degree turn. The funny part is, it wasn't even because I was craving ketchup. It was just some kind of strange psychological thing where I wanted to see if I could get away with it. As soon as that first packet slipped into my pocket, panic set in. But the weird urge didn’t stop there, soon I had a small stash at home. In retrospect, why did I think stealing condiments was worth risking my job over? It’s like I was channeling a kid who steals cookies before bedtime. Must be that secret rebel spirit no one suspected.