Here's an everyday moral dilemma for you all. I think I saw someone steal something yesterday and I have been working it over in my brain ever since. I would love the chance to analyze and talk this one through. In all fairness, yesterday I was rocking a double pink eye infection (that's right. . .that's how I kick it for Valentine's Day) and was under the influence of that strange concoction of no sleep and sinus pressure. Yet I am quite certain about what I saw.
While browsing the hair products as I waited on my prescription yesterday (WHY does it take so long to label and bag a bottle of eye drops?!??!), I saw a man around my same age lingering in the aisle with me. He was teetering from foot to foot, a move I interpreted at first to be indicative of an urgent desire to pee, but upon closer examination, I saw that he was struggling to put something in his baggy pants. Wedged between his belt and shirt, covered by a loosely fitting jacket, I glimpsed two or three bottles of some presumably hair-related product. In disbelief, I watched him shifting and adjusting the fabric to achieve maximum concealment. He did not meet my eyes but stared at the ground, repeatedly sniffing in a manner which I find retrospectively confusing, leading me in the moment to a feeling that he was not in his right mind. He then teetered his way down the aisle, past the store manager, all of the check-out counters, the shoplifting prevention device, and out the door into the parking lot. I stood stunned and watching, waiting for the hidden cameras to descend upon me. What was the right thing to do in this situation???