This past Saturday, I was in a Duane Reade on lower Broadway right before closing time. While I was shopping, a guy ran out the front door of the store with a bag of unpaid for merchandise.  The two women who worked there looked at each other and shrugged sympathetically. One said, “Oh well” and went back to what she was doing at her register. The other said, “We’ll never catch him.”   It’s like it was business as usual. No big deal. No one got upset. No one criticized the guy. No one called the police.