My middle son made it all the way from New Jersey to California by stealing gas. He watched for people paying with a credit card and surreptitiously ran a couple of gallons in to his gas can. nobody even questioned him, he looked like a guy who needed gas for his mower. that was pretty impressive I thought, never mind that nobody in the family knew he was going to California.
I found the best purse at Kohl's not too long ago. go in with a wallet in your pocket, choose your purse, and as you walk around looking at stuff in other departments the tags come off and are discarded, the wallet and keys go in, you put it over your shoulder and go home. ant this was such a fortuitous choice, it held 2 hardback books, a large bottle of advil and a large size chocolate bar when I went to visit my husband at work at Sam's club. they were already in there by the time I saw him, at home he was flabbergasted. But I never steal anything from stores and salespeople I respect, only the ones who ignore customers, or I feel they owe me, like Sams club who fired me. or if I need food and it's the only way to get any. I guess I should be more ashamed of myself. but I'm not in the league of one of my son's girlfriends who came home with a few posters and a tiara. big posters. or the guys who stole a golf tournament.