Monday, April 9, 2007
Last week, I was grocery shopping. When I'm grocery shopping, I often avoid grabbing a cart when I enter the store in order to limit myself to only what I can carry. I find that I'll often buy more groceries than I can really eat before they go bad, given my proclivity for eating out, and not filling up a cart is a great way to stop myself from spending money on food that's just going to spoil.
On the day in question, I started grabbing a little too much stuff to hold in my arms, so I stuffed a bulb of garlic into my pocket, just so I wouldn't have to carry it. When I got to the check-out, I completely forgot about the garlic. I inadvertently shop-lifted produce.
Every day I have that garlic, I feel like somebody's going to squeal to the cops. Gil Grissom and his team are going to serve me with a search warrant and test my garlic's DNA and match it to the garlic that was at the scene of the crime. I'm going down. It's only a matter of time.
On the plus side, stolen garlic is delicious.