Just wanted to share that a 500 dollar set of golf clubs got lifted under my nose at work. I've been kicking myself for days. I hate this man. I should've seen something suspicious about the clubs being shiny and metallic but labelled as women's irons. There's a certain amount of trust in a mom n' pop style store... but the glinting of the heads as he walked out the door sent up a red flag. He came in when I was helping multiple people with hockey equipment, and I was the only employee in the store. I didn't even see him switch the clubs.
It's all my fault my dad lost 500 dollars. I should've spoken up. I should've inspected each and every club like it was an antique. Now he's stolen from us. Now I'm paranoid, I'm angry at myself and him, and so disappointed.
I just hate people. Why would you go to a store that barely scrapes by on a 1,000 / sales day income and steal their callaways? Why would you deliver such a crushing blow to a store that barely treads water and can barely afford to pay 7 employees including the owners? Jerk.
It's all my fault my dad lost 500 dollars. I should've spoken up. I should've inspected each and every club like it was an antique. Now he's stolen from us. Now I'm paranoid, I'm angry at myself and him, and so disappointed.
I just hate people. Why would you go to a store that barely scrapes by on a 1,000 / sales day income and steal their callaways? Why would you deliver such a crushing blow to a store that barely treads water and can barely afford to pay 7 employees including the owners? Jerk.
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