Wednesday, 26 June 2013

The Wild West



One of the things I enjoy when visiting friends in Cumbria {which I did this weekend} is to read their Parish Magazine.  It tells of a whole different way of life on that side of the country.  I long to visit the 3-day bric-a-brac sale proposed for September, and I thought we might enjoy strawberries and scones at the Old People's Home open day but, on reflection, we rejected that idea for fear they might think us old and try to keep us in.

The best article in the magazine, however, was the crime report.  Allegedly, two people have shoplifted £3300 worth of goods from the local branch of Boots the chemist.  This is hard to imagine, given the size of the shop and the limited range of stock it carries.

We peered through the window on Sunday {probably looking quite suspicious, in the circumstances} and the only items that appeared to be in a secure cabinet were bottles of cough medicine.  So far as we could ascertain, this branch doesn't sell electrical goods, expensive perfumes, or even much in the way of make-up, so what, in the name of all that's fragrant, could the thieves possible have taken to that value?  Condoms?  Surgical stockings?

If we assume that the average price of an item is £10 {and I'm prepared to bet that it's less} then this couple apparently made off with over 300 items, albeit over two occasions.  That's at least 80 items each, probably more.  How could you possibly carry that legitimately, never mind in a concealed manner?  Even assuming they took mascara rather than toilet rolls, that's an awful lot of stuff to hide about your person.
And what were the shop staff doing, while Bonnie and Clyde scooped shampoo and bubble bath into their 'bags for life'?  Surely you'd notice that occurring?  I suspect that 'Clyde' must have created a diversion, perhaps involving the unlocking of cough syrup and discussion of its merits.  But that would have left 'Bonnie' with even more to conceal and carry.  How could they have not looked suspicious walking out of the shop, what with his hacking cough and her bulgy jumper?

I do hope there's a sequel in the next edition of the Parish Mag!