If I can, so can you

I stole 7 gallons of liquor over 5 months from a Costco. I'd like to note that the security at Costco is some of the tightest I've encountered in any retail space, with cameras and microchips on top of the ever watchful eyes of their roving patrolmen. But it is not impossible to breach. Bottles are just too big for your pockets, and if you bring a bag in they'll look in it on the way out. So you gotta get creative. The first gallon I stole was a handle of fireball. I strapped it to my front with an old shirt, and then put my actual shirt over it. Nobody bats an eye. And that was it, I was hooked. Bottles of whiskey and rum would follow, and even a few five pound tubs of frozen mcnuggets. I had a perfect record up until I got caught with a gallon of Bacardi. It was a beautiful blue bottle that I just couldn't pass up. 27 dollars. I didn't have 27 dollars. And I didn't have a shirt to cover it, so I tucked it in the back of my pants. The sensors went off on the way out. I pretended like I just forgot to pay, and the patrolman man took me in the back to pay and to let me go with a stern warning. So I paid, then I left. Then I immediately turned around and walked back in. He stopped me and said I wasn't welcome anymore, that he was going to call the police. I told him I had left a wallet in the food court. He asked to see my id, so I showed it to him. He let me in, and I went straight to the liquor aisle and got another bottle of the same rum. I paid for it, then I left. And that was it. That was the last I ever saw of Costco. Until now. 8 years later. I'm back, but I'm not alone. I've got a baby with me, and a cart full of formula and diapers and gadgets. And a gallon of tequila in the stroller with her. The sensors didn't go off this time, and nobody stopped me. No patrolmen, and no police. Just us, riding off into the sunset. If I can do it, so can you.