MRW I think of embezzling:
A dark figure hunched over in a corner of an after-hours office building with hot-glue gun in hand, canvas tote on the floor, and a little plastic bag full of plastic bits and bobs. Dutifully prepared for the night's embezzling duties.
To their horror, night security is on patrol and catches them red-handed. The hot glue melting all over their hands, screaming in terror. Not from the searing pain, but because they know they'll spend the next 20 years in prison.