Whenever she poured a cup of joe without putting a quarter in the jar, she felt dirty. Some days she’d drink three or four stolen coffees. She didn’t feel the same about not paying for cookies. Especially chocolate chip. Cookies and chocolate, she felt, were basic human rights.
Pens and sundry stationery supplies also fell into this category. A comfortable writing implement was as essential to her as air and water. Taking the value of said items into account, she hit upon paying for coffee with pens and was able to supply herself with guilt-free java.
On a good day she could procure three coffees, four cookies, two quality pens and a full stapler. And it had been a good week.
A very good week.