WHAT a way to start the day.
I arrived at the store and decided to do things a bit differently today, opening the metal shutters over the windows. It's a good thing I did, because I discovered - hey - one of the shutters is missing a lock. Are the owners replacing it?
Well, they will be NOW, because when I examined it more closely, the shutter swung open to reveal a broken window.
I ran, unlocked the door, and saw the mess. Broken window, huge mess underneath the broken window - and, oh fuck, I wondered, what had been stolen?
Money, that's what. The cash box was lying on the floor, wide open. No paper money in it, though - and this struck me as odd - coins were scattered all over the place. Mr. Thief must have dropped it.
I alerted the owners, being careful not to touch anything more than necessary, and waited for them. Being the owners, they were the ones to call the police. The police arrived first, since the owners had to come from home. I let them in and showed them the damage.
Really, it looked like a crime scene in a movie. Broken window, shards of glass, money box open, the works. Another funny thing; as far as any of us can tell, the ONLY thing stolen was the paper money. Of which, there was not much in the box. Coins still there. Other fairly valuable items still there. One of the owners suggested that something may have scared the thief, who decamped with his ill-gotten gains. We agreed that this is likely.
As I was wandering around, looking at the mess, the male cop looked at me and said in a friendly way, "Fuck!"
"Yeah," I agreed.
I was supposed to work today, but what with the robbery (and the owners are convinced that they know who did it), they told me I could go home.
Tomorrow should be interesting.
I arrived at the store and decided to do things a bit differently today, opening the metal shutters over the windows. It's a good thing I did, because I discovered - hey - one of the shutters is missing a lock. Are the owners replacing it?
Well, they will be NOW, because when I examined it more closely, the shutter swung open to reveal a broken window.
I ran, unlocked the door, and saw the mess. Broken window, huge mess underneath the broken window - and, oh fuck, I wondered, what had been stolen?
Money, that's what. The cash box was lying on the floor, wide open. No paper money in it, though - and this struck me as odd - coins were scattered all over the place. Mr. Thief must have dropped it.
I alerted the owners, being careful not to touch anything more than necessary, and waited for them. Being the owners, they were the ones to call the police. The police arrived first, since the owners had to come from home. I let them in and showed them the damage.
Really, it looked like a crime scene in a movie. Broken window, shards of glass, money box open, the works. Another funny thing; as far as any of us can tell, the ONLY thing stolen was the paper money. Of which, there was not much in the box. Coins still there. Other fairly valuable items still there. One of the owners suggested that something may have scared the thief, who decamped with his ill-gotten gains. We agreed that this is likely.
As I was wandering around, looking at the mess, the male cop looked at me and said in a friendly way, "Fuck!"
"Yeah," I agreed.
I was supposed to work today, but what with the robbery (and the owners are convinced that they know who did it), they told me I could go home.
Tomorrow should be interesting.
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