Posts Tagged ‘shoplifting’

So, you know, uh…there’s this behemoth Walmart lurking at the back of my neighborhood. I know I shouldn’t visit it. I know. Really, I do.

I was against it going in in the first place. But, now that it’s there…you know how it goes…it’s just so damned convenient. And so, I end up there periodically for this or that.

How is it that all staples run out together- milk, bread, butter, tp- got none of ‘em. So a quick run in- since it’s right there anyway- and pick ‘em up.

I’m standing in the express lane, just picking up my bag to go when the door’s security monitor goes ‘ding!’ I don’t think anyone pays much mind, since they’re always going off- only this time a guy takes off, running. The octogenarian at the door pushes a button on her walkie talkie and all hell breaks loose.

I stood just outside the door, along with a good 30 or more people who’d been going in or out, watching at least 18 employees come SPRINTING out after this guy, who was lopping toward River Gardens. The guy wasn’t even trying hard- he knew there was no way they were going to catch up to him.

The middle aged woman next to me shrugged and said, “They better quit chasin’ that boy. He pulls out a piece and somebody in that pack’s gonna get hit.” She shook her head slowly. “Pure foolishness,” and off she went to do her shopping.

Now, I understand- if your store was completely looted and trashed in Katrina, theft could get to be a pet peeve. But this was one guy, tall and thin, with no basket, no cart, and his arms were free and pumping as he ran. What could he possibly have shoved in a pocket that was worth all this?

So, I called Jazz and told her if she wanted to hold up the Walmart, now was the time. Some guy had stolen a CD or something and now the Palace of Mammon was unguarded.