Another time, again in the world of criminal geniuses, say a wee gang of tween ne’er do wells try to shoplift in the Farmfoods next to the pizza delivery place I worked at.
Few of us where sat outside on steps having a cigarette as it was quiet. The tweens piled out of the Farmfoods arms stuffed with boxes of wafers and cones (just the biscuity bit, nothing frozen, the stuff that in the shelves above the freezers).
Farmfoods manager was after them. Most of them got away except the one on crutches, let’s call him Jackie, who decided his best escape route was down the steps. Didn’t get far.
A few weeks later I saw his considerably smarter younger brother knock off the local Spar. Three of them on rollerblades, one held open door, two dashed in, grabbed what they could and fled the scene in multiple directions at great speed on their blades.
I did wonder if he’d learned from Jackie’s unsuccessful exploits.