Holy Crap!
When I was between 15 - 17 Y.O., (early 70's) my older brother taught me all the tricks to "Ripping Off" the Establishment.
All the kids in his circle were really "into it".
It just seemed so easy back then.
I kinda got caught up in it to the point where I had hidden pockets sewn in my vest, had "Skeleton Keys" that fit various soda machines, you name it.
I had a rather lucrative side business stealing cartons of cigarettes and re-selling them at a discount. Stealing $2 8 Track tapes and selling them for $1, you name it. However, I wouldn't steal money, even though I could open soda machines, I only took the sodas, never the money. I felt like taking money was "stealing", but taking the merchandise was alright. Strange, Huh?
It all ended one day when I got caught red-handed stealing a $.35 can of some spice or something, I don't remember what it was.
The store manager was stern but didn't call the police, that in itself put a permanent stop to my shoplifting days forever.
That same store manager wound up being a really good friend after I got out of the military, we made sure to shop his store exclusively, and whenever I would have a check that needed cashing and couldn't make it to the bank, he would always make sure he would cash it for me, even if it meant pulling cash from a register!