I stole huge quantities of food from Walmart over the course of a year

This is a confession of something I did years ago. I did this for about a year, and it didn't end until I moved away. I felt no guilt about it, and I still don't. If anything, I'm sad it's over. I have the least guilt out of anyone involved, and I think it's the people who know what's going on that should feel guilty. I'll list those people at the end. Here's how it worked:<br><br>You know the tables of rotisserie chickens at Walmart? Every evening they're cleared out and replaced with fresh ones. The old chickens are tossed in a bin behind the deli, where they're thrown out. They're not bad. I did this for about a year, and only twice did I encounter a chicken that was bad. The deli people know they're throwing out good food. Many times, I would get to the back of the deli after they'd closed for the night, and find that the chickens had already been taken out to the dumpster. I guess they just couldn't wait to throw them away. <br><br>I would go in the morning when the evening crew was closing, and the morning crew was opening. The evening shift at the deli doesn't end until 11pm, and the morning shift starts at 9pm. So there's two hours every night when both crews are there. <br><br>During this time, I would go to the deli and pretend I was ordering food. I would start a conversation with one of the evening deli people, and wait until the morning deli people were busy with their opening tasks (like all of that stupid, pointless sanitizing). While the morning shift is distracted, the person I'm talking to at the deli would put chicken after chicken into my bags. I would take however many they gave me, and leave. A few times, if the morning shift was lazy, they'd let me take even more. In that case, they'd just hand the chickens to me straight from their displays, while the morning people did their homework or something.<br><br>I'd take them home, and put them in my freezer. My family of three would eat some, and I'd give the rest away to friends. I never kept count, but over the course of a year, I think I took hundreds of chickens. I had so many, I'd leave them on people's doorsteps at random without telling anyone. I've had friends who never knew I was stealing them, and to this day they don't know, confront me about how I always had so many chickens. Also, when I first moved into my apartment, someone left a chicken on my doorstep, and my family thought it was weird, but we ate it anyway. After that, we always had extra chickens. I'd give them away at random to classmates, friends, and family members. We lived next to a park, so I'd leave them there too.<br><br>The deli people knew what was going on, and they were happy to throw the chickens away on me. They were doing it on their own, so I didn't talk them into anything. Also, the people who knew what was going on were:<br><br>The deli people<br><br>My friends who I gave the chickens to, and who always asked me about all of the chickens that just magically appear<br><br>My family, who always had chickens when we moved into our first apartment<br><br>The woman who randomly gave me a chicken as a housewarming present when I was 14<br><br>Probably several Walmart employees who saw me doing it, but didn't want their jobs