My Terrible Secret from Work...

So I work at this fancy bookstore that's like a million times cooler than my high school library back in the day. But let's just say, my inner monologue is always about how much more interesting it would be to work at a comic book store with superhero posters on the walls instead of these dusty old books... And then there was the day I accidentally scanned a customer’s purchase twice because they were talking about their cat. Next thing I know, I’m giving them two copies of a book and pretending like it's totally normal. They didn’t seem to mind though, so I kept one for myself. Now every time I read 'Jane Eyre,' I feel guilty but also kinda proud that I managed to pull off this little theft without getting caught...