I swear, the following story is true:
After high school, a friend of mine (who had dropped out senior year) took up a life of crime to pay for his drug habit. He and two other stoners took to robbing convenience stores and gas-stations. Now, having wasted their brain cells on drugs, they were committing these crimes with a BB gun. A broken BB gun. With a barrel that would fall out if you let the nose dip.
Still, it looked real enough to accomplish the job, and the three of them managed a brief little crime spree, at least until the cops managed to figure out who they were.
Once this happened, of course, it was a short business to locate them. After the first was arrested at home, my friend was picked up at his girlfriend's house. The third and final member of this band of thieves, knowing that he was a wanted man, was indeed spotted by the cops as he entered a Dunkin' Donuts. Wearing his letterman's jacket, with his name on the back.
Said friend had always had a knack with the ladies. After he was released from prison, he was on house-arrest as part of his parole, with the whole ankle-collar thing going on--if he wandered too far from his phone, the system automatically called the cops. Despite this, he managed to date four women, without any of them knowing about the others, all while physically confined to an area of about 2 acres, total. was there on one occasion when he managed to have one girl coming in the front door while getting the other to go out the back. (One of the other two girls was a next-door neighbor who lived close enough he could go to her place without leaving his 'zone'.)
I lost touch with him shortly after he went back 'in' for parole violation, but I still am boggled by the combination of smarts and stupids that he managed to embody.