You stole over $720 worth of merchandise from me today.
I alerted staff regarding the incident, but you were already gone by that point, and because the venue was part of a nursing home, there were more important needs to those living there than hunting you down and returning the stolen discs. And because of the nature of the location, I couldn't very well call out and stop you while you ran off. Not with all these fine old folks in wheelchairs around that could be easily upset by sudden commotion.
What a middle aged woman who wears the highest fashion that Sears has to offer would want with over 60 CDs of classical music released on an indie label is a question I guess I'll never have an answer to. Maybe French impressionism is just your fancy where others have jewels or cocaine. I just don't know.
But one thing I am sure of after all that has happened today: lady, you are a tit.