One late night, as I approached the entrance to my local grocery store, I remember the vicarious thrill of watching a guy calmly bee-line toward his exit with a handbasket full of contraband.
His eyes locked into a thousand yard stare and I could see a silent prayer spool up.
Now they have turnstiles in place to prevent it but I wonder how much stuff is getting stolen now that many major stores have self checkout.
Last thing I boosted was an elementary school lunch.