I’m coming back from lunch, and I’m headed to the office to get clocked back in and get some paperwork done.
As I’m walking across the store, I notice a commotion in the beer aisle.
Really, it wasn’t hard to notice the commotion because it was pretty loud, but I digress.
I see one of the managers asking for a man to pull the beer out of his pants and give it back to him.
Yes, y’all. Folks steal beer, socks, makeup testers–anything that’s not nailed down. Even if stores have security, they can’t be in all places at once, so it falls on us as staff to keep an eye on the goods.
As the manager is asking for this beer back, the thief is getting louder and more belligerent, which eventually scales to him threatening to jump on the manager.
The manager, naturally, was NOT here for that foolery and was ready for that fight. At this point, the stock guys are out there trying to calm everyone down. The cashiers are calling the police, customers are horrified, it’s borderline bananas at this point.
As one stock guy is holding back the manager, the other stock guy is pushing the thief out of the door (sans beer; he handed it to the stock guy when he put his hands up to fight.)
It’s at this point I walk into the thief’s line of sight.
It’s important to reiterate: at this juncture I have little clue about what’s going on since I’m coming back from lunch, and I see one of the cashiers on the phone calling the police. I’ve said before that in retail, you see everything, so I was pretty unaffected by the commotion. I just wanted to clock back in and finish my paperwork so I could go home.
The thief sees me walking past. I stop to make sure the cashiers are good and to tell the customers everything’s cool. And do you know what this thief says to me, y’all?
“Oh, what bitch? You want some of this?! What you wanna do?!”
Most folks have a part of their brain that keeps them from doing stupid shit on a whim. I’m missing that part of my brain, because after I took a moment to do this:
I then pulled out my box cutter (ain’t just for cutting boxes, y’all!) and said “Sir, we can handle this right here.” He pauses in shock, and that was just enough for the stock guy to shove him out the door finally.
I sheath my box cutter. And walk to the office to do my paperwork. Like a boss, as the young’uns say.
I’m glad I didn’t have to use it, and I was equally glad I had it. But know I would have.
Yep, retail can be dangerous, y’all.
Also? This same thief came BACK to the store, right? And stared daggers at me across the store. I suppose he wanted to intimidate me, but I don’t scare easily.
I just went back to collapsing boxes. 😀