Oh ye of little faith in the art of deception.
I was the cash wrap manager for a good run of my eight years there. When a bookseller is netting $6.00 an hour after taxes, a couple twenties here and there to bump it up becomes a bit of an addiction. After a while it's because "I deserve it, godammit. If they won't take care of me after all I do for them, I will take care of me." Imagine working a merch stand with no inventory system while the cholas are literally handing you fistfuls of twenties? That's a lot of temptation for someone whose three months behind on their car payments and their girlfriend is nagging them for a Coach bag for Valentines Day. The only way to avoid internally theft in Moz's case is to institute an inventory system of accountibility, check pockets which is demeaning and never works, or take care of the merch people big time. Buy them the suites. Take them to dinner. Lots of smiles and eye contact. Thieves steal when they feel neglected. Also institute a Secret Shopper Program every show so they think every mascara'd girl saying "I'll take a Barbershop in medium...do you have any swerve for Morrissey stickers?" is someone watching their hands and pockets.
I get these feelings...like w the Kristeen thing? There's something off w merch. And it's linked to Steyn. He knows stuff he's not saying.