When I was 8 and living in Hilo, Hawaii, my best friend (and troublemaker) was a few years older. We went to the JC Penney across the street from our cabañas and "tried on" bras. And then Helene talked me into leaving the store wearing 7 or 8 of the bras under my t-shirt.

I was caught. And taken into security. And police people yelled at me. I gave all the bras back, and they were likely soaking in tears.

Helene had already skipped home, no contraband lingerie on her person.

I haven't stolen a damned thing since.

What a perfect cover for a crime.

Heh. Glad I'm not the only one who has no PLANS to commit a crime, but still considers whether a situation would be ripe for it.

I don't recall stealing anything from restaurants, though I have aided and abetted those who did (salt shaker, a bunch of Brits in college who were visiting us and reallllly wanted the mugs from IHOP, etc)

Yay, Jilli!

I was a hardened Lip-Smackers thief from K-mart when I was 10. But I got over it.

A friend in college went through a serious stealing phase -- she stole a lot of things from Wal-Mart, including (HOW?!) a toaster-over under her hippie skirt. IN A BOX. Course, I ended up pretending to be her over the phone when her husband got arrested for stealing soft tacos from Taco Bell, because she was in hysterics. That couple had issues...

Glad I'm not the only one who has no PLANS to commit a crime, but still considers whether a situation would be ripe for it.

We are the people law enforcement are grateful for--clever enough to see a plan, smart enough not to do it.

billytea, remember that we need the definition of 'over-servicing', preferentially one that's SFW.

Back in post 6752.

"Threatment", I believe.

My little brother (who was indeed a little thief) would react badly in later years to store clerks watching him suspiciously, so he'd respond by deliberately looking shifty and stuffing his hands in his pockets and making them look big like he had stuff in them.

He is a fulfilled prophecies kind of guy.

Me, I would steal Barbie clothes from other kids. That was when I was like, five. And I accidentally stole a tub of Ben & Jerry's, because I was holding it in my hand and forgot about it, and the cashier didn't notice either.

Since getting my Samsung tablet, I've been succumbing to 21st century problems of signing up for websites so I can access them on the tablet via Google. However, I created a new gmail account isolated from everything else that I'm only using for things I'll be using on the tablet, ie YouTube and apps. I decided to forego the Google Wallet account, because I'm not going to involve money with this. I'll just have to not use that $10 in Google Play credit. Ah, me. My free ereader app lets me import everything I can convert through Calibre anyway.

A friend of mine once grabbed his giant margarita glass at a bar patio, vaulted the railing, and had a waitress chase him down Beale Street trying to get it back. Basically, too much tequila turns him into Daffy Duck.

I liberated a cobblestone in Prague. From a pile near construction, I didn't create a pothole. And then climbed the hill back to my dorm with it in my coat pocket. It left an amazing bruise, banging against my thigh, which I didn't discover until morning.

A lot of wine was involved.