My sister Susan and I liked to dress identically in short-sleeved black leotards and cutoffs and sandals and high ponytails (I was a head taller than she was and wore a bra, but we laughingly decided to tell anyone who asked that we were identical twins) and prowl around the Walgreens in the Chris-Town Mall, innocently pocketing strawberry lip gloss and chocolate. We never got caught. One day before Christmas, I went to the mall alone. I bought a few things at Walgreens that were small and cheap and asked them to put them all into a big shopping bag for me. Then I walked around with the bag, putting it down and pretending to paw through it, as if I were looking for something, taking everything out and piling it right near or on top of whatever it was I wanted to steal. Under cover of being a confused kid, I finally put everything back into the bag, along with the object of my desire. This worked so well, I got away with whole Whitman’s Samplers, which were dictionary-sized boxes of chocolates.
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