So I Don’t Know How We Didnt Get Caught

so i don’t know how we didnt get caught

my first ever haul was maybe when I was twelve?? I dont know, but what I do know is i was broke and wanted free shit. my dad took a friend of mine and i to Walmart to get food and we asked if we could wander off. he said yes so we made a dash to the makeup.

we walked in that place with two empty backpacks and left THROUGH THE SAME DOOR, with two full of makeup and one full of alcohol. nobody noticed shit.

first we went and dumped stuff we liked from the shelves in a cart and shit, acting like idiots pretending to be rich because of all the stares we were getting. I even decided to be brave and ask a fucking worker “which color would look better on me” before deciding out loud to get them both.

We would have gotten more but people were getting hella sus and looking back on it I don’t know how anybody, specifically the three workers there, didn’t stop us. We literally turned a corner and began running, pushing our cart through every aisle desperately trying to find a blind spot.

Once we found one we sat there for a long time shoving things into our two backpacks for at least fifteen minutes. Every time we saw someone we would fucking look at all the kids toys. (keep in mind we both looked way older than we were) We got some more stares from both workers and customers but we continued as soon as they were gone.

Once everything was in the backpacks (which were made of red material that we later realized was slightly transparent) we bolted again, abandoning the empty cart with hundreds of dollars of makeup protruding from the top of the stuffed drawstring bags.

We freaked the fuck out, thinking that the barcodes would set off the towers at the exit (lol) so we ran into a bathroom and into a single stall where we sat ON THE FLOOR where anybody could see under the stall and took everything out of the boxes and shoving them back into the bags. once that was done we just left them there and bolted.

we left the store but we needed to go find my dad and his girlfriend so we left our bags under the fucking car and went back in to find them. we did and they weren’t even half way through shopping so we wandered around and i got the stupid idea to grab another backpack and go get some alcohol. we did pretty much the same thing again and ran out to hide the bag under the car. We went back in to ask my dad for the keys and we rushed to grab the things and hide in the car. We were in there for another hour looking through all of our stolen stuff looking at eachother like ‘daaammmmmn’

it was a miracle that we got away with that.