by Rebecca Schiffman
NEW YORK, NY-
Yesterday, early evening, I went to the Strand Bookstore on 12th Street and Broadway. The store is just slightly overflowing with used and new books presented on tables and in aisles of shelves that almost reach the ceiling, reminding me of a school library. “Eighteen Miles of Books” is their current motto.
Upon entering, noticing there is no longer a bag-check, feeling the size of my stuffed, giant tote bag wedged under my arm and its weight pulling down on my shoulder, I made eye contact with the security guard. A small wave of sheepishness and fear came over me as it always does. Shoplifting was one of my main after school activities during eighth grade until I was nearly caught by The Gap. Still now, fifteen years later, I feel constantly under suspicion while shopping, as if the security guards and clerks can sense that my conscience is not clear. (more…)