One of my closest friends has a habit of stealing. She doesn't think it's stealing, but it is. She had gone to Home Goods with her terminally cheap husband and bought some stuff for their living room. When I was at her house I was looking at this fabulous table she bought. I asked if it was part of their Home Goods trip...she said, "Yeah, we paid fifty bucks for it!" I said, "That was only fifty dollars?" She said, "No, it was two hundred, but we switched price stickers. We put it on sale." I know she's done this with smaller things, like making a picture frame $10 instead of $15, which really isn't any better, but this appalled me for some reason. And she wasn't ashamed at all, she was saying it like she was right to do it. I said, "Yeah, but you stole $150 from the store." She said, "No, we paid for it, we just put it on sale." No matter how rationally I tried explaining it, she justified it.
This morning I told her that Robert's coffee decanter was broken. She said I should buy a new one and then return the broken one in the new box. I told her I wouldn't do that. She said, "Well there's no reason you shouldn't."
This friend does other tacky things like this, but she is a good friend and very caring and her kids are my kids' best friends. It doesn't effect our friendship directly, but it makes me sick.
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