The sequel to the critically acclaimed "Weirdo in the Transformers Section" thread... So, I went to WM after work tonight like I do maybe 3-4 times a week. There's always a city cop there, who has the rather unfortunate position of hanging out at WM presumably to catch people stealing shit. The guy is alwaysalwaysalways hanging out up front with the greeter, since that's kinda where you need to be if somebody decides to run off with a watermelon or something, right? Except today, I'm looking around the AF aisle as usual and soon the cop wanders into the aisle and does that thing where they pretend to look at stuff, but you know they're watching you. I purposely go over to the next aisle even though I know there's nothing there I'm interested in. The cop rounds the corner a few seconds later. I saunter off to the video dept. and the guy is about 30 seconds behind me. At that point, I'm irritated and kinda weirded out, so I go grab the laundry detergent my girlfriend left me a message saying we needed, paid for it, and left. The hell, man? I'm like 30 years old, dressed all work-casual Friday, make more money than anybody currently shopping in that store...or working in it for that matter...and the guy follows me around? You can't even tell me I was the most suspicious looking person in fucking Wal-Mart at midnight. Now, I'll freely admit that I was a teenage kleptomaniac. When I was in high school, I stole shit all the time. Hell, it was an art form before everybody implemented the tags/alarm up front, and even that could be bypassed in certain situations. But I haven't done that shit since I was 17, ever since, well, a) I got busted once, but mostly b) got a full-time job. After that, I would notice the city cop, rent-a-cop, or plainclothes security dude shadowing us at certain places and I can't say I blame them. Annoying 19-year-olds prowling the toy aisles at WM at midnight, surely they're up to no good. But I was like, "Pssh. What's up bitch? I got plenty of money, jackass." At some point, that all just kind of stopped. I guess I got too old and/or serious looking, b/c I can't even remember the last time it happened, maybe '97ish. So what the hell was all that about tonight? Any of the young'uns here have that happen to them still? Any of the old farts used to have it happen?