Me too, should we start a community for accidental criminals?
Edit to add: I accidentally shoplifted shoelaces. I put them in the breast pocket of my shirt while looking for a few other things in the store. I think I left without buying anything at all.
Mine was worse. Had a CD in my hand, that should be enough of an indicator this was long ago, and browsing around the store. Well, I saw a bunch of my friends just left so I ran to catch up with them and luckily theb security alarm didn’t go off. 10 mins later I realized what was in my hand. 😬
(It’s a reference to the courtroom dramedy film My Cousin Vinny, in which two innocent boys from New York driving throuth Alabama stop at a convenience store for groceries, one has so much food he’s carrying he sticks a can of tuna in his pocket, forgets about it by the time he gets to the register, realizes it’s in his pocket after they leave, and are then arrested for first degree murder. Joe Pesci ensues.)
Never have I ever intentionally shoplifted anything from a store.
When I was a young teen I did this a few times because my friends were doing it but those memories are shameful now.
You should, though.
intentionally
I seriously have accidentally stolen something before.
Me too, should we start a community for accidental criminals?
Edit to add: I accidentally shoplifted shoelaces. I put them in the breast pocket of my shirt while looking for a few other things in the store. I think I left without buying anything at all.
Mine was worse. Had a CD in my hand, that should be enough of an indicator this was long ago, and browsing around the store. Well, I saw a bunch of my friends just left so I ran to catch up with them and luckily theb security alarm didn’t go off. 10 mins later I realized what was in my hand. 😬
My clients accidentally shoplifted a can of tuna.
Are all of your clients cats or just that one?
Just dese too yoots.
(It’s a reference to the courtroom dramedy film My Cousin Vinny, in which two innocent boys from New York driving throuth Alabama stop at a convenience store for groceries, one has so much food he’s carrying he sticks a can of tuna in his pocket, forgets about it by the time he gets to the register, realizes it’s in his pocket after they leave, and are then arrested for first degree murder. Joe Pesci ensues.)
Ah, of course! It has been far too long since I’ve watched My Cousin Vinny and I shall take this as a sign that it’s time.