When I was either eight or nine, I went through the shoplifting
phase. It was weird. Like
kessenich, I was a world-class
shoplifter. I don't know where it began. I think it was at an
Eckard store on
Halloween. I stole some
lime green lipstick. I can't imagine why I went to all the trouble to do so. I was caught by my mom later that night who asked me where I got it from. I was too young to elaborate a
good story, since she had been by my side all evening (with the exception of when I stuck the lipstick in my pocket).
This led on to further shoplifting, usually things I didn't want at all, things no one would want. To this day, I still wonder what I really saw in Bing Crosby Christmas albums and plastic Home Alone 2 bookmarks. I was one sick kid.
The point is: if you're going to steal, make sure it's not from the school bookfair.. and please good lord, don't steal Lionel Richie albums. It's more trouble than it's worth.