Small Town Boredom

In my far away place I run the store. There's only one store. It's a booming business. This morning I was sitting with some very funny IceCube people at breakfast and they made mention that one of their own, Sven, was so bored he started shoplifting. I sort of coughed and motioned to myself . . . that "hey now" kind of gesture, and Tim laughed and said "He brings it back the next day."

And we all laughed.

We all know Sven. He's one of the finest, most helpful, most honest men here. Of course he would bring it back.

And what a weird thing to think up to amuse yourself.

Shoplifting one day, and smuggling it back the next.

Huh?