The Shopping Cart Heist

That's right. I did it. I admit it. And I'd do it again if I had to!

Okay. I'm in Target last night, buying essential items. Y'know, pillows, a blankie, sheets... and probaby a few more things I didn't need. Anyway, when I walked into Target, I knew something was awry when I saw that there were no carts in the corrale. None. Not even that one cart with the broke down wheel that always steers to the left and bumps into people and scrapes ankles. Panicked, I began to wander around, trying to find a stray cart. Somewhere. Anywhere. There were sooo many people in that store I thought all hope was lost.

And then there it was.

A lady, probably in her mid-forties, had just saw the clearance section and I eyed her as she quickly gauged her cart girth vs. the amount of space she had to work with. I saw her she made the hasty decision to leave her cart in the isle as she roamed around the printed napkins and baby bibs. I padded over to the cart, peaked around the corner and my lucky stars smiled upon me as I noticed that her back was to me. Looking around as if I was looking for someone, I slowly crept up to the cart, dropped my items in and trapeezed five isles down and ducked into the home goods section. How I played it off was, I caught my breath for a second, smoothed back the whisps of hair that were out of place from my mad dash and came back out on the center isle, as if interested in this hideous bed-in-a-bag set. As I held up the very heavy and bulky bag, I glanced to my left to see her stride out of the isle and look every which-a-way, wondering where her cart went. She threw a dramatic sigh, put her hands on her hips and glared down the isle where I was standing. Drawing my attention back to the bulky item I was holding, she turned and stormed back to the front of the store.

Moral of this story is: If you're going to do wrong-- at least look like you're doing something right.