When I was around four or five, I was with my mom at this store buying some Christmas gifts. As we were leaving, I saw these little plushy dinosaurs that fit perfectly in my hands. I grabbed two of them and stashed one in each of my pockets. My pockets were so small that they made me look like I had two lumps on each of my hips. I still remember the rush of energy I got from actually leaving the store undetected. Well, when my mom and I got to the car, she found them and called the store back and made me apologize. I had the absolute worst social anxiety when I was a kid, so I was crying uncontrollably, telling this poor employee how horrible a person I was. Like, I was having a mental breakdown, it was so bad my mom apologized to me afterwards and bought me a nice milkshake!