OP-ED: I'm a Wealthy International Student, but I Still Steal Things from Wawa

My father is the CEO of a multinational investment firm and my mother has won two Oscars, but when I step into Wawa, all that seems to disappear.

Growing up in a castle in Hungary, I never thought I’d end up robbing convenience stores in West Philadelphia. But when I first stepped into the Wawa on 38th and Spruce, I was overcome by an urge to stuff four candy bars, three bags of chips, and a soda into my jacket. Then, I filled up a 36-oz cup with water and walked out of the store.

Yes, I can afford to buy everything in the store five times over with the cash in my wallet, but instead I take on the habits of a kleptomaniac. It’s just so fun. Also, I only go to Wawa when I’m blackout drunk. That might have something to do with it.