Having been a store detective for five years, I should be surprised at nothing. Occasionally, however, I have to fight a powerful urge to scream, "You’ve got to be joking!"
One such occasion was the seemingly routine matter of a nice, motherly old woman who had helped herself to an assortment of beauty aids. In my office I asked her to empty the contents of her large purse onto the desk. As she did, there, mixed with the stolen toiletries, were three small potted cacti.
Why, I asked her, would she steal a cactus?
"Well," she replied, "I haven’t had much luck with African violets."