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I work at a resale book store where we buy used books and... resell them 
/BS
Already I was having a crappy morning because the bookstore was in such disarray that I was embarrassed to even look at it... so I'm running around trying to pick up trash and food and piles of misplaced books and generally feeling rather
, and this winner comes in with a bunch of graphic novels that he wants to sell. He dumps them all over the counter (great).
And the first thing he does is to tell me they're STOLEN! Yes, you can imagine that this guy was not your average Stephen Hawking
He said he stole them from his friend, who had originally stole them from somewhere else.
Well unfortunately for him, we can't buy stolen stuff because...it's the law. Yes we are law abiding, go figure. People actually have to sign a slip of paper saying that the books they are selling are actually theirs and that they did NOT steal them. So I wasn't about to allow him to commit perjury directly in front of me. I told him this. Unfortunately, he doesn't get that you can't just STEAL STUFF and then resell it! This guy starts screaming, yes screaming, at me about how I have morals (like that is a bad thing) and how nobody would ever be able to trace the books. To bad, so sad, doesn't matter.
To be fair, this guy must have been a little mentally unbalanced, but it doesn't give you the right to just do whatever.
Well this guy starts really yelling. A customer is waiting (poor girl looked like she was going to cry) so I told him to clear off and leave the store. He wouldn't. So I started to fake-call the cops. He kept screaming "I'M LEAVING JESUS LET ME GET MY BOOKS CALM DOWN" except for he was now leaning over the counter yelling in my face and not clearing his books at all. I felt realllllly uncomfortable, but then I remembered! I have a new pepper spray! And I have been wanting to test it out...
SO I whip the pepper spray out and unlock the tab and hold it right in front of his eyes. Mr. Hawking suddenly decides that he actually is going to leave. He immediately backs off and in fact crouches down behind the counter while he gathers up his books. He miraculously managed to stop yelling as well. He grabs his books and scurries off into the sunset. I felt like holding the pepper spray can over my head in triumph! My customer was really relieved that he left and we both spent a minute talking about how awesome pepper spray is. So I never got to use it, but that's probably a good thing. It's also good to know that the threat of pepper spray is a real deterrent! And somehow I'm guessing that guy has been sprayed before....
/BSAlready I was having a crappy morning because the bookstore was in such disarray that I was embarrassed to even look at it... so I'm running around trying to pick up trash and food and piles of misplaced books and generally feeling rather
, and this winner comes in with a bunch of graphic novels that he wants to sell. He dumps them all over the counter (great).And the first thing he does is to tell me they're STOLEN! Yes, you can imagine that this guy was not your average Stephen Hawking
He said he stole them from his friend, who had originally stole them from somewhere else.Well unfortunately for him, we can't buy stolen stuff because...it's the law. Yes we are law abiding, go figure. People actually have to sign a slip of paper saying that the books they are selling are actually theirs and that they did NOT steal them. So I wasn't about to allow him to commit perjury directly in front of me. I told him this. Unfortunately, he doesn't get that you can't just STEAL STUFF and then resell it! This guy starts screaming, yes screaming, at me about how I have morals (like that is a bad thing) and how nobody would ever be able to trace the books. To bad, so sad, doesn't matter.
To be fair, this guy must have been a little mentally unbalanced, but it doesn't give you the right to just do whatever.
Well this guy starts really yelling. A customer is waiting (poor girl looked like she was going to cry) so I told him to clear off and leave the store. He wouldn't. So I started to fake-call the cops. He kept screaming "I'M LEAVING JESUS LET ME GET MY BOOKS CALM DOWN" except for he was now leaning over the counter yelling in my face and not clearing his books at all. I felt realllllly uncomfortable, but then I remembered! I have a new pepper spray! And I have been wanting to test it out...
SO I whip the pepper spray out and unlock the tab and hold it right in front of his eyes. Mr. Hawking suddenly decides that he actually is going to leave. He immediately backs off and in fact crouches down behind the counter while he gathers up his books. He miraculously managed to stop yelling as well. He grabs his books and scurries off into the sunset. I felt like holding the pepper spray can over my head in triumph! My customer was really relieved that he left and we both spent a minute talking about how awesome pepper spray is. So I never got to use it, but that's probably a good thing. It's also good to know that the threat of pepper spray is a real deterrent! And somehow I'm guessing that guy has been sprayed before....
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I'm sure any laws about that aren't meant to keep people from defending themselves, but BlaqueKatt does have a good point. Some people just ruin it for everybody I guess!
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