Well my guys, gals, and non binary palsâas a lot of you already know I got caught two weeks ago. At Ulta, of all places đI told y'all I was gonna give it 8 days to be paranoid and those have come and gone so now Iâm moving on. But it is now my solemn duty to make this post for y'all, as many other lifters have before me, to hopefully keep this from happening to you.
Well, hereâs what I Did Wrong:
âą I felt âoffâ from the beginning. The little Ulta spree with my friend was something we planned on doing for weeks, and we decided on a Thursday, but on the day of came down with the flu. Probably the universe tryna tell me not to go but my stubborn ass really wanted a that Peach Palette. On the weekend leading up to Monday I felt âoffâ. I was no longer sick but I could sense something was wrong in my gut. All experienced lifters will tell you, time and time againâTRUST YOUR GUT. Cut your losses boo! That highlighter ainât worth it!
âą I went with a newbie. Iâd gone with this guy before and it was a disaster but we didnât get caught, and I figured since heâd been exposed already it wouldnât be as bad the second time around. It was his idea to go this time and everything! So I said, Sure, Letâs Do It. (Stupid) Thing is heâs a total weenie. I knew this. It was the reason he brought me along to begin withâhe didnât have the stomach to actually lift things himself so he needed me for that. In return heâd give me a ride, shield me from the cameras, etc. If you read my post about my experience you already know how this ended, but if you havenât Iâll just tell you: He totally abandoned me. I was about half way through concealing when he about had a panic attack at the store and just WALKED OUT, LEAVING ME TO FEND FOR MYSELF. That in itself isnât so bad, but heâd caused such a seen that the SAs were looking at me now, and I couldnât seem to shake them. But the worst part is that he left me. He totally just⊠drove away. I already knew he was a wimp, but I never in my wildest dreams imagined he was that weak. Moral of the story is donât give newbies the benefit of the doubt. If you can already sense that they donât have what it takes from the beginning chances are when things get real theyâll crack, and theyâll act to save themselves.
âą I got greedy. With the added assistance I got a little bit too comfortable and loaded up. Usually I only get enough to fill up my bag but I got twice as much this time around, at least. My strategy was to conceal in my purse, go to the bathrooms to empty out the bag and move the items so theyâre concealed on my body, get back out to the floor and use the free bag space for the rest of the merchandise. If itâd settled for the things Iâd concealed on my body and left then, we could have been in and out without incident. I think the SA was suspicious from the beginning tbh, so I think if Iâd done this she would have checked the cameras after we left and maybe put up my picture in the back if they saw me conceal on camera. Iâm pretty sure I only concealed in blind spots, but itâs kind of a blur at this point I canât even be sure.
âą Along those lines, I abandoned the cotton ball method. For those of you that are not familiar with the cotton ball method hereâs what you do
- you walk into Ulta
- you get yourself a tote
- you grab a couple of bags of cotton balls
- you browse around the store, subtly slipping the items you want behind the cotton balls in your bag, so the SAs can never say they saw said item in your possession
- conceal in a blind spot
- buy the cotton balls, if the store is empty. If theyâre too busy to notice me I just put them back and leave
(I DID NOT COME UP WITH THIS METHOD!!!! I LEARNED THIS FROM ANOTHER LIFTER ON HERE I DONT REMEMBER WHO)
âŠanyway so this time I didnât do that. I just straight up put the things I wanted in the tote for the whole world and God to see. (Stupid) The first time I remember the SA notice me was when she glanced at all the eyeliners in my tote, and asked me if Iâd like for her to take it to the front. Now, if you know anything, you know this is a HUGE red flag!! And because Iâm not a /total imbecile I decided to swallow my pride and try to get tf out of there.
âą This is more storytelling than an actual point but read it anyway. So at this point I decide Iâm just gonna dump and leave. But itâs too late. The SA has taken to âââsubtletyââââ following me around, like âoh what s coincidence youâre here, at the very section I have to stock this shit, of fiddle with the displays lolâ đ Bitch you ainât slick. But neither am I, apparently. So once Iâm in front of the UD eyeliners wanting to put them all back, I realize I canât do that with her literally right next to me without practically waving a big red flag that says âHEY!!! IM STEALING!!!â so I start thinking Iâm just gonna have to man up and buy something just to get her off my back. I make up some bullshit story about a little sister who I wanted to her a whole collection of eyeliners for, âbut I read the prices on these eyeliners wrong, i thought they were cheaperâ. At which point she leads me to the NYX eyeliners which are, admittedly, a whole lot cheaper but Iâm still broke af. So Iâm sweating and weighing my options here and while I try to decide on a plan of action Iâm stalling her/buying time by sending her to the front to ring up the cheap eyeliners but always came back 2 seconds later to hover over my shoulder. Around the 3rd time I do this I think she caught on⊠pt.1
âą pt. 2/ OMFG so hereâs what happens next: remember how I told you Iâd concealed a shit ton of stuff on myself? Well while Iâm looking at the nyx eyeliners, completely by coincidence, some random highlighter (I think?) falls from the display and my dumb ass bends down to pick it up. When you have 10 peach lip glosses stuffed in your pockets and 5 palettes tucked into the waistband of ya jeans youâre gonna look a little funny if youâre bending. I turn to hand her the highlighter and she asks âis there something in your pockets?â
âą OKAY HEREâS AN ACTUAL POINT. I LET HER LOOK IN MY BAG. DONâT DO THAT. SAY NO. So she asks if thereâs something in my pockets and I reach in and pull out a lip gloss and go âoh Iâm sorry I think I accidentally put this in my pocketâ but sheâs not buying it AT ALL. I didnât think she would but I figured why not try lmao. Then she asks if I have anything in my bag (I did), to which I say no but my dumb ass letâs her look in anyway. And she goes, mhhhhhhmm. Thatâs when the older SA comes up to us and asks whatâs going on. This bitch holds up that dumb highlighter and says âThis fell out of her pockets so I looked in her bag and she has a ton of stuff in there!â
- the highlighter fell off the display Not my pocket. But she was already suspicious and probably was just looking for an excuse to look in my bag/pockets anyway.
- there were like TWO highlighters in there, the fuck? Not a ton of stuff at all, that she could see anyway. đ
âą So then the senior SA says âalright im gonna need you to come up to the front and empty out your bagâ so I follow her and she goes behind the register. And I make the decision real which that I ainât gonna risk getting the cops called on my ass. Iâm just not. I canât pay for the things in my bag and this adrenaline gonna wear off REAL SOON, so itâs now or never.
Which leads me to the Things I Did Right:
âą I ran. I do not regret running in the least bit, it was probably my best shot tbh. The SA goes behind the counter and we literally RIGHT NEXT to the door so I just book it. In hindsight I should have dumped the things I had in my bag and then ran but I wasnât thinking about that đ they didnât chase, but the senior SA called to the other girl to called the cops so I REALLY panic. I run around the parking lot trying to find my friend (fully aware that the SA was watching from the door waiting to write down the plate number of whatever car I get into) and Iâm slowly coming to the realization that this bitch fucking drove away. I am furious, and I am running out of time and options. So I pull out my phone and Iâm trying to get ahold of this guy while Iâm literally SPRINTING to the McDonaldâs across the street đhe finally picks up and I am yelling at him, probably causing a scene in the McDonaldâs parking lot, demanding he pick me up.
âą alright so it was pretty shitty of him to leave me, yes, but itâs ironically the best thing that could have happened. The SA didnât see the car he was driving, the plates, OR HIM! Side note: the whole reason I was paranoid for a week after this whole thing was because he made a hair appointment with them when we went in the store, so they had all his info. So if they didnât see him driving, he drove separately, etc. they couldnât actually prove he was involved or knew anything. Or if they did then they plainly saw that he abandoned me đso that might tell whoever investigated that he didnât want anything to do with it, left as soon as he saw I was lifting, etc.
âą I concealed on myself! That was actually so smart to do because even though she checked my pockets and purse she didnât do a pat down or anything so she didnât know the full extent of the shit I got. If she had Iâd probably have been in a lot more trouble tbh.
âą I wore a big jacket over my spirit wear! The thing that got those football players from my school caught for shoplifting last year was that they literally wore shirts with our school name on them. The police were able to just show up at our school and be like âHey who dis? Coolâ since then I always make it a point not to wear anything that could lead back to me. I was wearing a club shirt that day (stupid) but I was smart enough to put a big ol jacket over it, and keep it on the entire time.
Well thatâs my tale. In case you didnât wanna read all that Shit hereâs the high points:
Trust your gut. Donât go with a newbie. Donât get greedy. If they ask to look in your bag, always say ânoâ. Conceal on yourself whenever possible. ALWAYS conceal in blind spots. Know the store policies, because in some cases youâre better off running, in some cases youâre better off cooperating. Donât give the store any of your info. If youâre buying, pay with cash. Donât wear spirit wear.