This is Vescius btw, 3 dayd.
I made a post about shoplifting and my addiction to it. I said I wouldn't ever get caught, and then I was caught.
I went to steal a hoodie, in 70 degree weather. I took the hoodie, walked into the soil lane, and then put it on. I had been walking around, planning my incursion. Apparently, I was being watched. As I entered the lane, I was prepping to do it when I noticed some dude's head peering out of the lane. He had blonde, crew cut type hair, with a grey long sleeve shirt and blue jeans. When he saw my head jerk to the side, he pulled his in fast, acting as if he was inspecting something.
I threw on the jacket, and prepared to speed walk about of there. Then, the guy appears out of nowhere like Chris Hansen on To Catch A Predator! He says "Just take the F&%^*ing sweatshirt of and get out of here." I was freaking frozen. I considered fighting him out of pure instinct, but even though I was taller than him (I'm 5'10 and he looked about 5'8) I was still a scrawny 15 year old boy and he was a fit adult who appeared about 20-30. I just said okay, threw the hoodie down and race-walked out of the store.
I had to literally stop my feet from sprinting. I was halfway out of the parking lot when I turned around and saw him following me, about a couple dozen feet behind me. He was on his phone, I assume calling the police. I freaked out and ran like crazy at this point. In about 5 seconds, I was all the way out of the lot. I looked behind me and he was still on his phone, not following me anymore. I ran across the street, and took of my red beanie, so I didn't match any details of the thief. I mean, there could be thousands of teenagers wearing all black in the city. I cut through some appartments, and made it home safely. I was so scared.
My only regret is that I didn't take the hoodie. |