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THE GRINCH WHO STOLE JUUL?
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mandag den 20. august 2012
onsdag den 12. oktober 2011
Bogtyven Patti
Det nye nummer af New Yorker har (uden forklaring) et tyveritema, "Sticky Fingers", hvor bl.a. Jonathan Lethem og Miranda July (totalt prof butikstyv) og her Patti Smith fortæller om deres personlige oplevelser med at stjæle; 10-årige Patti har forelsket sig i et leksikonbind i det lokale supermarked:
I knew I had to leave, but I couldn't bear to part with the book. Impulsively I put it inside my shirt ans zipped up my plaid windbreaker. I was a tall, skinny kid, and I'm certain every contour of the book was conpsicious.
I strollede the aisles for several more minutes, then went thorough the checkout, paid my dollar, swiftly bagged the three items, and headed home with my heart pounding.
Suddenly I felt a heavy tap on my shoulder and turned to find the biggest man I had ever seen. He was the store detective, and he asked me to hand it over. I just stood in silence. "We know you stole something - you will have to be searched." Horrified, I slid the heavy book out form the bottom of my shirt.
He looked at it quizzically. "This is what you stole, an encyclopedia?"
"Yes," I whispered, trembling.
Og så får I ikke mere, men jeg røber gerne, at historien ender godt. Jeg ved ikke om jeg er klar til at fortælle om min egne beskedne, nervepirrende bogtyverier, da jeg var purung; blev det egentlig til mere end en Strunge-digtsamling og en Vibeke Grønfeldt-roman i Magasin? Men så var der selvfølgelig prismærke-manipulationerne (det var før stregkoder) ...
I knew I had to leave, but I couldn't bear to part with the book. Impulsively I put it inside my shirt ans zipped up my plaid windbreaker. I was a tall, skinny kid, and I'm certain every contour of the book was conpsicious.
I strollede the aisles for several more minutes, then went thorough the checkout, paid my dollar, swiftly bagged the three items, and headed home with my heart pounding.
Suddenly I felt a heavy tap on my shoulder and turned to find the biggest man I had ever seen. He was the store detective, and he asked me to hand it over. I just stood in silence. "We know you stole something - you will have to be searched." Horrified, I slid the heavy book out form the bottom of my shirt.
He looked at it quizzically. "This is what you stole, an encyclopedia?"
"Yes," I whispered, trembling.
Og så får I ikke mere, men jeg røber gerne, at historien ender godt. Jeg ved ikke om jeg er klar til at fortælle om min egne beskedne, nervepirrende bogtyverier, da jeg var purung; blev det egentlig til mere end en Strunge-digtsamling og en Vibeke Grønfeldt-roman i Magasin? Men så var der selvfølgelig prismærke-manipulationerne (det var før stregkoder) ...
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