Crystal was making her way up and down the aisles of the Shoppin's with her beer in hand and wearing the red clerk's smock.  She already had filled some of her plastic bags with .40 oz's of Old English, a roll of tin foil and a some cans of cat food.<em>Crystal didn't own a cat.</em>There was a pinch on her right arm.<strong>Ouch!</strong>Crystal grabbed at her sweatshirt, putting her fingers through one of the holes to rub the area.  She saw what looked like a beetle scamper down the length of her sweatshirt and hop off onto the floor.  Quickly, her feet encased in some old, dirty L.A. Gear high-top sneakers smushed the bug into the ground.  There was a crunching sound underneath her foot and Crystal saw a gooey liquid squirt out.<em>Gross.</em><br/><br/>As she turned down the next aisle, Crystal saw a woman wearing goggles ran-sacking a bunch of cans and stuffing them into her white coat.  "Hey! What are you doing?!"  Crystal yelled out to the stranger as she straightened the "Mike" name tag on her Shoppin's uniform.  "Bug spray?  What the fuck are you getting all of those for?  They're not worth anything!"  Crystal educated the woman.  As a seasoned petty thief, she knew what could be used or sold for drugs and bug spray definitely wasn't one of them.