I got arrested in a Zumiez I smashed into with a rock 5 years ago during a psychotic break. It wasn't a smash and grab really, I just wandered around in there for like 20 minutes with the alarm blaring and put clean clothes on since I was filthy from a month on the street. Had no idea what was going on. The cop made me go behind the counter and change back into my original pants. Now I'm a convicted felon.