You must have seen me making change or showing off some of the products I brought to the Sterling Village for the craft fair today. Don't think I didn't see you though. While I was busy with some of the very few paying customers I dealt with over the course of five hours, you managed to sneak away with a box of my Erik Satie album. Not sure how many discs it had since I've sold several, sent others to radio stations, offered more as gifts to friends, family and neighbors, but I know there were over 60 in that box that you swiped.
You stole over $720 worth of merchandise from me today.
I alerted staff regarding the incident, but you were already gone by that point, and because the venue was part of a nursing home, there were more important needs to those living there than hunting you down and returning the stolen discs. And because of the nature of the location, I couldn't very well call out and stop you while you ran off. Not with all these fine old folks in wheelchairs around that could be easily upset by sudden commotion.
What a middle aged woman who wears the highest fashion that Sears has to offer would want with over 60 CDs of classical music released on an indie label is a question I guess I'll never have an answer to. Maybe French impressionism is just your fancy where others have jewels or cocaine. I just don't know.
But one thing I am sure of after all that has happened today: lady, you are a tit.