Fuckly's

So we are sitting at a Friendly's in Connecticut, having a lunch break during our road trip.
Its 12.30, the place is packed with kids and milfs.
C's bladder is bursting, she hands me her purse and heads off to the bathroom.
I advise here that it's a good idea, as the kids are at that critical point when their sugar high is just past it's peak and the Ritalin hasn't quite kicked in yet.
It is precisely then that they are most prone to stealing stuff!