Several readers reacting to today's Slice column suggested that it was the route manager (or whatever the job title would be) that I was taking those quarters from, not The New York Times empire.
That's a good point. And if I could determine that person's identity with a high degree of certainty, I would be happy to make good. Maybe with a little interest thrown in.
But here's the thing. Whoever was actually in charge of that vending box was a bit of an underachiever when it came to maintaining its functionality. He or she seemingly did not care.
If the box had worked properly, I never would have been tempted to go on a crime spree.
I realize that's just another rationalization.
Reader Victor Buksbazen said it is a good sign that my conscience bothers me after all these years.
I'm not sure that it really does. But maybe he's right.