#6 - Boredom
The guys grew tired of record stores, sporting goods, and watching girls. We ended up in a stationary shop. Wandered while the lone clerk reluctantly followed. I picked up a stapler, wove through the shelves, turned a corner, slid it behind some envelopes, and bolted.
The clerk met us at the exit. “I think you forgot to pay for that stapler.”
“The one you picked up.”
“You accusing us of stealing? Go ahead. Call the cops.” We smirked, shrugged, offered up our empty pockets.
He feigned looking, backed off. “Get out. Don’t come back!”
We laughed and walked away.