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Had two "notables" this past week . . . during the first part of my week. Fortunately the rest of the week's been pretty decent. . .
"Notable" One (Monday):
I'm stocking product on the HBA aisle (truck had come in that morning) when out of the corner of my ear I hear a female customer and a young child halfway up the aisle talking:
Child: Do we have mouthwash?
SC: No, but I'll get it at WM . . . the Litter Box is nothing but a bunch of robbers.
Me (while bent over a tote trying to dig out stuff to work to the shelf)
*I don't recall anyone putting a gun to her head to make her shop here*
I raise up and see the back of her at the end of the aisle near the front registers. She turned around and saw me and I simply smiled from ear to ear at her without a word.
She slunk off the aisle without another word . . . talk about letting your alligator mouth overload your jaybird ass, she sure did.
"Notable" Two . . . on Tuesday
Started out a quiet day, as I was trying to finish up stocking out stuff that had come in on Monday.
So on the canned vegetable/specialty/International foods aisle a young guy comes up, bundled up in a light gray hooded sweatshirt (hood part over his head, he looked like a monk or something) and starts perusing the Hispanic section that I was trying to restock.
I asked him if he needed any help, but he mumbled something I couldn't understand and walked around me to pick up a couple of small cans of peppers.
I looked over at him and this one had the gall to STUFF THE CANS INSIDE the front pocket of his jacket!!!!!
Me: Excuse me, but you better be taking those out of your shirt. Somebody's gonna think you're trying to steal.
Guy stands there and screws up his face, as if he's making fun of me actually saying something, then hung out on the aisle another moment or two (with me watching him out of the corner of my eye while I stocked.) He put those two cans down, picked up a couple of others and left the aisle.
I start up the opposite end of the aisle, calling for the Grocery Manager, who I had just heard over on the next aisle.
GM pops around the corner, Pocket PC in hand. I ask if he saw the dude in the hoodie walk off the aisle - he did.
I explain what the guy did . . . and we both started checking aisles. GM was surprised that he attempted to conceal product with somebody watching him. We searched one side of the store, then went the opposite direction toward the beer aisle (sometimes, shoplifters will go to the beer aisle to either conceal and/or try to steal more product before leaving the store.)
We see Hoodie Guy come off the drink/chip/snack aisle and get into line at the Express Lane, carrying not only the two cans of peppers that he'd switched and a bag of popcorn. GM walks over to him and tells him to hand over the merchandise in his hand and leave the store.
Hoodie Guy tried to play dumb, as in pretending not to understand what GM was saying. GM told him again "Hand over the product and leave. You can't come back in here. You were seen concealing merchandise in your clothes - you know better than that. Now give me the items and go."
Hoodie Guy surrendered his handful, GM hands me two small cans of hispanic peppers and I go back to stocking while the shoplifter to be left the store. And peace was restored to the Litter Box (or something.)
What a dumbass . . .
"Notable" One (Monday):
I'm stocking product on the HBA aisle (truck had come in that morning) when out of the corner of my ear I hear a female customer and a young child halfway up the aisle talking:
Child: Do we have mouthwash?
SC: No, but I'll get it at WM . . . the Litter Box is nothing but a bunch of robbers.
Me (while bent over a tote trying to dig out stuff to work to the shelf)
*I don't recall anyone putting a gun to her head to make her shop here*I raise up and see the back of her at the end of the aisle near the front registers. She turned around and saw me and I simply smiled from ear to ear at her without a word.
She slunk off the aisle without another word . . . talk about letting your alligator mouth overload your jaybird ass, she sure did.
"Notable" Two . . . on Tuesday
Started out a quiet day, as I was trying to finish up stocking out stuff that had come in on Monday.
So on the canned vegetable/specialty/International foods aisle a young guy comes up, bundled up in a light gray hooded sweatshirt (hood part over his head, he looked like a monk or something) and starts perusing the Hispanic section that I was trying to restock.
I asked him if he needed any help, but he mumbled something I couldn't understand and walked around me to pick up a couple of small cans of peppers.
I looked over at him and this one had the gall to STUFF THE CANS INSIDE the front pocket of his jacket!!!!!
Me: Excuse me, but you better be taking those out of your shirt. Somebody's gonna think you're trying to steal.
Guy stands there and screws up his face, as if he's making fun of me actually saying something, then hung out on the aisle another moment or two (with me watching him out of the corner of my eye while I stocked.) He put those two cans down, picked up a couple of others and left the aisle.
I start up the opposite end of the aisle, calling for the Grocery Manager, who I had just heard over on the next aisle.
GM pops around the corner, Pocket PC in hand. I ask if he saw the dude in the hoodie walk off the aisle - he did.
I explain what the guy did . . . and we both started checking aisles. GM was surprised that he attempted to conceal product with somebody watching him. We searched one side of the store, then went the opposite direction toward the beer aisle (sometimes, shoplifters will go to the beer aisle to either conceal and/or try to steal more product before leaving the store.)
We see Hoodie Guy come off the drink/chip/snack aisle and get into line at the Express Lane, carrying not only the two cans of peppers that he'd switched and a bag of popcorn. GM walks over to him and tells him to hand over the merchandise in his hand and leave the store.
Hoodie Guy tried to play dumb, as in pretending not to understand what GM was saying. GM told him again "Hand over the product and leave. You can't come back in here. You were seen concealing merchandise in your clothes - you know better than that. Now give me the items and go."
Hoodie Guy surrendered his handful, GM hands me two small cans of hispanic peppers and I go back to stocking while the shoplifter to be left the store. And peace was restored to the Litter Box (or something.)
What a dumbass . . .
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