Idea #1: Criminal Reporter

Since I have become a stay at home mom, I often find myself frequenting stores on a weekly basis. One of my favorites--Target. Most of the time I have a plan and items I actually have to buy; however, there are times I just go there for absolutely no other reason than to pass time and maybe find something I want. My husband loves when I do that, or so I tell myself in order to feel better. I mean it would be better if there weren't three Targets within about ten mintues from my driveway. You can only ask a person to resist the temptation for so long. However, there have been some recent setbacks to my Target visits. About a month ago Braun and I were in the baby aisles looking for some new body wash for his sensitive skin, an actual reason for going, and I bumped my cart into a sketchy guy. He was about 6 feet tall, mid twenties, wearing an open backpack, and pushing an empty cart. My immediate thought was "Where is his girlfriend, wife, baby?" I mean we were in the baby aisles, and he seemed a tad jumpy when I ran into him. I continued on my merry way and kept wandering around until I look up another aisle and I see this same guy shoving stuff in his backpack. I always wondered what I would do if this ever happened, but I was frozen in my spot staring at him. I didn't approach him, call for security or perform some miraculous citizen's arrest. I mean I had my baby with me; I have more important things to think about than becoming the next Stephanie Plum. He turned around and saw me and started to make his way out of the store. I stood there for a second and thought about what I was supposed to do; I decided to follow him to the front of the store and turn him in.

When I actually found someone who worked there and pointed out the said stealer, she said "people do that all the time" as if it was no big deal. He continued right on out of the door and nothing was done. I never knew it was so easy to steal from stores. Maybe I should think about this for the safe twenty times a month I visit Target. Turns out being a law-abiding citizen did nothing for me other than make me sweat more than normal on a routine trip to Target.