Yesterday while shopping through the Galleria, I glanced over at this girl I'd peg for about eighteen walking with a twelve-year-old girl. Normally, this wouldn't catch my eye in the slightest, except the twelve-year-old was walking with her hands behind her back, which I thought was strange.

Upon second glance, I realized the twelve-year-old was handcuffed. And I was taken back by this, might I add. I wasn't surprised the twelve-year-old was handcuffed, although she certainly didn't look like she lived in want of anything (probably picked up for shoplifting). But the undercover cop was the most effective narc I've ever seen in my life. She literally looked like she would be hanging outside with the skaters, smoking a cigarette as she waited for her parents to pick her up. Of course, this would be the point of an undercover cop, but I honestly would never have picked her out in a million years as undercover (or even over the age of 18.) I used to pick them out with relative ease but not anymore. Maybe I've grown respectable. Quit laughing.

I suppose this goes to show that the police in my area are getting frighteningly good at undercover work. And you shouldn't shoplift.