A few days ago John came to me with a confession. "Honey, I think I might have a problem." Slowly he pulled a shriveled piece of translucent plastic from his front pocket. "Everywhere I go, I just can't help peeling the scratch guards off of things. I think it might be a compulsion." He proceeded to detail each and every time over the course of many years that he has given in to the impulse to peel and steal. He vented for a few minutes about the uselessness of the small clear plastic shield, and how it disgraces the clean aesthetic of many-a-product. I comforted him and then requested that he try not to do it at other people's homes, reminding that some people actually leave them purposely. With a certain level of anxiety he said, "I'll try." Over the next few days he came home with scratch guards from all of the A/C remotes in the church building, and reported that "these scratch guards don't belong to anyone, plus everything at the church is community property anyway." He pulled out a chess set that he had "borrowed" from the church as well. "You can't just take things from the church," I said. He laughed, and then recounted a childhood experience with his wise older brother Bill from long ago. In the kitchen of a church building one Sunday, Billy pulled out a teaspoon and filled it with lemon juice from the refrigerator for a little mid-meeting snack. Johnny exclaimed, “Hey, that's not ours!" But in reply, Billy coolly said, "It's OK Johnny. We pay our tithing. This belongs to us."