This might be perhaps the most embarrassing thing I've ever done (and if you've been reading LeslieDishes for any length of time, you know that's a pretty big claim).

I'm walking with my friend, Anne.  I'm wearing a Nike warm up Jacket.  I've had it for a few years and it suits me just fine.  Anne says to me, "you know, Cameron thinks that's his jacket".   (cameron is her son)   I'm totally confused and I'm like, "why would your son think this women's jacket is his"?   She explains that apparently Cameron thinks he left his jacket at our house and when he came back to get it,  we 'allegedly' didn't have it. 

I don't remember any of this, but my husband does.  Jason's version of the story is that Cameron asked for his coat back and knowing Jason, he didn't even look for it, he just sort of stood in one place, looked to the left and then to the right and then said, "nope, no jacket here".  So for years, Cameron has known in his heart of hearts that he left his coat here, but he's too polite to insist.  It gets worse. I  have been wearing this  jacket for years---I wear it to the bus stop.  Wear it to the gym.  Wear it to go on long walks, etc.   .

I go home from walking with Anne....totally oblivious to her hints about the jacket.  I said to Jason, "Ha ha, Cam seems to think this jacket is his, isn't he silly".  Jason said, 'oh, is that whose that is?"  My eyes got as big as dinner plates and I was like, (gulp) "what"? 

He goes onto tell me that there's a similar black warm up jacket in his closet, still with the tags on it.  I run up the steps, three at a time and found MY jacket (which by the way, doesn't really even look like Cameron's).  I was literally sick. Basically, Cameron has seen me wear his coat, after my husband told him we didn't have it.  (are you catching on that I'm too stupid to realize this isn't MY jacket?).  So, it's like I'm taunting this poor child--all unbeknownst to me. Can you imagine what this child must have thought of me for the past two years.....'there's our weird neighbor who stole my jacket and now she has the balls to wear it in front of me".  But again, he's too polite to say anything. 

  Thinking of all that she'd told me......He asked for it back.....he got grounded because he'd lost his jacket.... We told him we didn't have it.....I wore it in front of him countless times.....He knew it was his and yet he let me continue to flaunt it.  Oh. My. God.  I called Anne and explained everything and she was dying. 

The  next day, I placed the [said] jacket in a bag with some (bribe) candy, with a note begging for his forgiveness.  She texted me to let me know how unnecessary the note/candy was. 

You're right.  He only got grounded for losing his coat....the coat he swore was at my house....the coat that he'd seen me wear at least 20 times.  You're right, the candy was totally unwarranted. 

Now I've done it.  I thought the 'gym observations' were as low as I could go, but no.  I always find a new low.  Why not take candy from a baby?   Why not take medication from a dying woman....oh wait, nevermind.  Sometimes I even surprise myself.