Modern day Walter Mitty?

I'm not really the stealing kind of person, but I've had this bizarre desire to steal something since I was a teenager. A particular thing. Something you wouldn't really know what to do with. You certainly wouldn't have a place to put it. It's large, it's bulky, it's highly visible. Not an object you would have an easy time just making off with and no-one being the wiser.

What is this marvelous thing? A beer truck. Yes, the mid-size beer deliery truck you see on the streets on a regular basis. The one with the angeled sides. Hmm... nice cold beer in basically unlimited quantities. How great of a party could you throw with your very own beer truck? Why, you could even go find some homeless folks and dole them out a nice supply to tide them over for the holidays as well. lol

Now, I'm not a huge beer drinker. I have no idea where this strange urge comes from, but I don't think I've ever seen a beer truck in my adult life I didn't imagine driving away in. It's not a complulsion, I'll never actually do the deed, but I'll keep thinking about it. Beeeeer. Even on a freezing cold day, the bright images and the years of marketing come to bear. Change my whole Latitude. Indeed. Anyone with me? How about a nice cold beer from my little truck here? You know you want one... Come on, the first one's free. heh heh