I am a criminal. I wasn't caught, but I did the crime. I calmly and guiltlessly went through the Self-Checkout and stole these two chocolate bars tonight:
When I realized what I'd done, emotions flickered through me like northern lights: guilt, fear, elation, fear, smugness, guilt, and then finally, victory. I'm not sure why that last one was in there but I noted it because it was so .... American. To feel victorious about something we absolutely did NOT intend to do, but turned out well. Like a slop shot in pool, or hitting all the green lights on a street without having to slow down.
So I guess if the Grafton Five-0 want to arrest me, they have reasonable suspicion. But according to Wikipedia, they do not have probable cause, and I guarantee the evidence of my crime will be long gone.