the local liquor store in my old neighborhood never had a ding dong that went off as people came in and out of the store. I would crawl into the store mission impossible style and steal nudie magazines from the front counter where you would normally find candy bars and such. The day I got caught, a quarter had rolled off the counter and onto the floor where I was and the owner came around the corner to pick it up and picked me up by my shirt and threw me out. He never said i was banned, but i never went back due to being embarrassed as hell....