I once shared a house in a ski town in the snowy mountains of British columbia
Me and the other six dirtbag skiers got into shoplifting in a big way. The first time for me was tin of tuna in my ski jacket. Christ, how my heart was pounding as I went through the checkout. But we soon got competitive and the trick was to steal a complete meal for everyone when it was your turn to cook. The biggest thing I ever stole was a 20 piece frozen chicken pack shoved down the front of my trousers. If you've never had a 20 piece frozen chicken pack shoved down the front of your trousers I suggest you try it. The feeling is eroticaly exquisite
After the season was over I never really did it again, save on a couple of occasions when I had plausible deniability, but more to see if I still had the chops. A couple of the my friends continued shoplifting right up until family and the ratrace put an end to it.
No one I know was ever caught. That's the thing about shoplifting; it's very, very easy unless you are thick as shit. Is there someone watching or near you? Are there cameras? Yes. Then don't do it. Stick to the big stores, both for moral reasons (I don't like to hurt small businesses but big chains are fair game in my moral universe), but mainly because the person working there doesn't own the stuff and is on minimum wage, so couldn't give a fuck about theft anyway. I guess it helps being a relative clean cut white guy on the suspicions front, racial profiling and all that.
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Fri 8 Nov 2013, 13:29, 1 reply)

No one calling me a cunt?
lift your game, QOTWers!
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Sat 9 Nov 2013, 13:10, closed)