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Ok, I thought I'd seen all the freaks possible in my small suburban town.
I was wrong.
I'm in the back room, printing off daily inventory sheets for the bakery, when my coworker, we'll call him J, came in the back and said he'd just told off some customer who was trying to steal money from our tip jar. Oh no he di'int!!
So I walk out to the front, where my other coworker and good friend, K, is standing, watching this guy. He's sitting at a table with his gf/wife/whatever, and kind of looking around the whole store. I'm not exaggerating when I say the look on his face was just CREEPY and downright suspicious. K said he was a potential shoplifter if she'd ever seen one. Before I walked to the front, she said he went over to the merch stand and fingered every single mug on display (30 or so total).
I was keeping a close eye on him when he and his lady got up and left.
A few minutes later, K went over to wipe the table they'd been sitting at, and found a lovely cardboard box, simply left on the floor by that creep. At this point they'd been gone for a good 10 minutes, so she took it into the garbage room and threw it in the dumpster.
But that's not where the story ends...
30 minutes later, I hear this: "Hey you guys! Where's my box?!?"
K, J and I turn around and it's that same creep again. J said we threw it out, and the guy started freaking out. "That was my box! I had important stuff in there! My motorcycle papers are in there!" K said ok, she'd go get it. Just to push his buttons a tiny bit, J asked the guy where he'd gone. "Home!" was his answer.
OooooooKayyyyyyyyyyy....
K came back to the front with the box, miraculously without any nasty trash juice on it. He grabbed it and left.
I just don't understand freaks like that...
I was wrong.
I'm in the back room, printing off daily inventory sheets for the bakery, when my coworker, we'll call him J, came in the back and said he'd just told off some customer who was trying to steal money from our tip jar. Oh no he di'int!!
So I walk out to the front, where my other coworker and good friend, K, is standing, watching this guy. He's sitting at a table with his gf/wife/whatever, and kind of looking around the whole store. I'm not exaggerating when I say the look on his face was just CREEPY and downright suspicious. K said he was a potential shoplifter if she'd ever seen one. Before I walked to the front, she said he went over to the merch stand and fingered every single mug on display (30 or so total).
I was keeping a close eye on him when he and his lady got up and left.
A few minutes later, K went over to wipe the table they'd been sitting at, and found a lovely cardboard box, simply left on the floor by that creep. At this point they'd been gone for a good 10 minutes, so she took it into the garbage room and threw it in the dumpster.
But that's not where the story ends...
30 minutes later, I hear this: "Hey you guys! Where's my box?!?"
K, J and I turn around and it's that same creep again. J said we threw it out, and the guy started freaking out. "That was my box! I had important stuff in there! My motorcycle papers are in there!" K said ok, she'd go get it. Just to push his buttons a tiny bit, J asked the guy where he'd gone. "Home!" was his answer.
OooooooKayyyyyyyyyyy....
K came back to the front with the box, miraculously without any nasty trash juice on it. He grabbed it and left.
I just don't understand freaks like that...
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