Heisted Heist

After graduation, most of my class either went to college or joined the military. I got a job selling costume jewelry at a local flea market. Rings, bracelets, necklaces and earrings were popular items. The owner of the booth was highly skilled at crafting these items. Many designs were copied from high end shops. These trinkets looked amazing but contained no valuable gems.

One night, while hanging out at a local pool hall, I overheard two men planning a robbery. Their plan was a simple smash and grab at a high-end jewelry store downtown. The more they plotted, the harder I strategized. This was no brownie heist.

I shadowed the pair as they purchased hammers and gym bags. I bought the same bags and filled them with costume jewelry. Now all I needed to do was wait.

Ten minutes before closing, the duo struck. In a matter of seconds, they were in and out of the store with bags full of jewels. Yelling and swearing erupted as I ran into the thieves with my bike, knocking us all to the ground. I quickly stood, apologized, handed them their bags, and rode away. I left town the next day much richer.