A week ago I ran into an Old Navy store and began pulling jeans off the shelf.  Some of the employees started screaming.  They were mad because they were closing in five minutes.  I screamed too.  Then I apologized and left.  They tried to stop me.  I hid in a coat rack.  They didn’t know where I was.  When they weren’t looking I ran out of the store.  Later, when I got to class a professor said, “I heard about the jeans.”  I said, “Sorry.”  The professor said, “You fucked up.”  I said, “Yeah, I fucked up.”  Class started a few minutes later.  I said, “I think I’m going to write a novel about working in jeans store.”   People weren’t impressed.