Or getting followed around stores and punking people with innocent looks. I remember this small Korean shop with the FINEST fukking cashier having the grandmother and the girls father in there. The father made sure to be in the same aisle as me. I wasn't even mad, though, as the hoodlums in my neighborhood will pocket some shyt. Thing is, I came in a pair of fitted jeans and properly fitting polo. I couldn't hide anything if I wanted.