The Great Gum Heist

imageMy mother broke me from stealing.  It’s just as well.  I wasn’t any good at it anyway.  She was having coffee with her friend, Miss Frankie.  I was bored and used my ingenious ruse.  “I gotta go to the bathroom.”

Mother warned me.  “Okay, but don’t meddle and don’t touch anything!”  No wonder I took a wrong turn.  She never trusted me.  I dawdled as I made my way to the bathroom off Miss Frankie’s bedroom.  This was the 1950s.  This wasn’t the master bathroom.  It was the only bathroom in her Quonset hut with an add on in the back.  Delightfully, for me, Miss Frankie was a relaxed housekeeper so I could see a lot without meddling.  Clothes and shoes covered the floor.  The open closet doors displayed shoe boxes, handbags, dresses, and nighties.  I walked around in her red high heels while I surveyed  the lipsticks, lotions, scarves, and a hairbrush decorating her dresser.  I considered trying her lipstick when I spied an open pack of Dentyne Gum.  Immediately, I peeled a piece and popped it in my mouth.

I shed the shoes.  Chomping my gum happily, I strolled back in to join Mother and Miss Frankie at coffee.  “What is that in your mouth?”

“‘Uh…..gum.”

“Where’d you get it?”

“Uh…I found it….on Miss Frankie’s dresser.”

“You are not allowed to take things.  That is stealing.  Take it out of your mouth and tell Miss Frankie you’re sorry.”

i took the gooey wad out of my mouth and held it out to Miss Frankie.  Reluctantly, she accepted it.  “I’m sorry, Miss Frankie.”  I’m sure she was, too.

“That’s okay , Honey.

That was the end of my stealing.  I have never even wanted to steal again.

28 thoughts on “The Great Gum Heist

  1. Liked the story. I need some advice. I’m publishing “A Houdini-Houndini Mystery” about a pet escape artist, tonight. I promised to link it to your blog. Now, please tell me how that’s done. Thank you–from “just another trained monkey trapped in cyber-space.”

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