Almost 10 years ago I went with Delicious to Europe where I fulfilled my kleptomaniac needs by swiping three glasses: a small Cruzcampo glass, a small Cerveja Campres glass and a beautiful Stella Artois pint glass. Actually, Delicious and I both stole a Stella Artois glass, so I wasn’t the only klepto on the trip.

Do I feel bad about this stealing? I know I should but I love that glass so much. So no, I don’t feel bad at all.

A few months back Delicious was in town with a friend for a music festival and we went to a bar downtown. While the boys were at the bar getting drinks, I was stalking tables waiting for a group to leave and free up seats. Folks at the table next to me all stood up and made to leave thorough an open window. (It’s less weird than it sounds – the bar’s windows are about a foot off the ground and in nice weather they’re always open.) They looked at me funny but kept moving. In three sets of hands? About 8 Stella Artois chalices.

I could have alerted someone at the bar but acknowledge the hypocrisy of that.

Through a program I’m involved in called BzzAgent, I recently received a free Stella Artois chalice. It doesn’t have any cool stories attached to it like my original glass. But, I got it legitimately and it works pretty darn well!

I feel pretty certain that Bzzagent wasn’t expecting to me to blog about stolen glasses when I shared feedback about my Stella Artois chalice… I’m not trying to endorse stealing glasses. It’s just that the new chalice is so much more special to me because of the story I associate it with.

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