I’ve made it well past the mid-point of my life without ever shoplifting. It really wasn’t all that hard.
I took some extra ketchup packets one time.
When I was 19 I shoplifted an Abba album and a Burton Cummings album from Woolworths. That is the extent of my life of crime.
Exactly.
I shoplifted when I was very young. I regret it. Even though I found one episode funny, I really do regret it.
Funny.
I am probably about ten years away from my death as I was away from my birth when I shoplifted.
I can recall in high school I was shopping with two buddies. An in-store cop corralled us and walked us back to the back office. I’m think my buds better ditch what they lifted. They’re thinking I better ditch what I lifted.
We get in the office and he points to my one friend and says empty your pockets. He had nothing. The cop screwed up.
We were both relived and pissed at the same time. A Barney Fifer.
I never shoplifted out of a store. But, as a kid, I did snake a glass bottle of Coke off a Coke delivery truck (remember the trucks with the big rollup side doors?). It was parked at an old country store, near our house, on a pretty much empty road. Grabbed a bottle out of one of those old wooden crates and started my walk home. As I was strolling along...feeling hugely guilty and trying to decide what I was gonna do with a hot bottle of pop, a car rolled up beside me. A woman stuck her head out of the window and said “I saw you take that Coke and I told on you”. She drove off. Scared the k-rap outta me. I was just approaching a bridge at the time so I leaned over the rail and dropped the bottle. It hit rocks and shattered. Spent the next few days waiting for the county cops to appear at my doorstep. Luckily, they didn’t. Also didn’t return to the store for a few weeks even though it was my go-to place for candy, comics and BBs. Yep...I figured out I wasn’t designed for robbery.