So, I spent about half an hour this evening stealthily following this old dude around the grocery store, watching him as he shoved one item after another into the pockets of his wrinkled linen pants. At one point, he pulled a little ziploc bag out of his one pants pocket, filled it with red seedless grapes. then pulled up his shirt and shoved the bag into his other pocket. He picked up a nectarine and commenced to gnaw on it as he searched around for the next item he wished to pilfer. His pockets were absolutely bulging but were well hidden by his long shirt. The store was sparsely populated, and no one seemed to pay the old guy any mind, even though he sauntered through the aisles with neither a cart nor basket. Was it wrong for him to be stealing? Sure. Was I going to rat him out? Heck no. Seems to me, with the way our social security is dissolving, I’ll be stuffing fruit into my knickers in thirty or forty years too. 

I always find that kind of stuff entertaining…and sad.