This just happened tonight, and I'm still creeped out.
My coworker and I had just finished all the closing tasks and were seconds away from setting the alarm and walking out, when I noticed a mysterious car parked near the door. The rule is, we're not supposed to enter or exit the store if any strange vehicles or people are around.
I had already turned all the lights off in the store, so I moved over to check out this car--no one was sitting in it, but the hazards were on. This situation had never happened to me before, so I called my manager quick to confirm it was okay for me to call the police. As I'm talking to my manager, this guy, who I've never seen before, appears and starts knocking on the door. After informing my manager of what was up, I hung up and went over to tell this guy through the glass door off.
Me: I'm sorry, I can't open the door!
Creepy Guy: I'm the owner of this building! I want to know why the lights are off out here, and I need to get in there and check the circuit breakers!
Me:
Um, no.
CG: I own this building!
Me: Sir, I cannot let you in here, no way, no how.
CG: *gives me a horribly degrading look* Oh REALLY?!?
Me: Yes, really!
He starts to sputter and yell, but I storm away and call my manager back. He confirms that it probably is the building owner (based on appearance), but he says there's no reason for him to be at our store at 9:30 at night, and there was no fucking way we should let him in (duh, hehe). During this phone call, CG is continuing to knock on the doors and windows, giving me angry looks. My manager tells me to go ahead and call the police.
As I talk to the dispatch, giving her the situation and telling her what CG looks like, etc, the turd is STILL knocking on the door! After a couple more minutes--and since I was around the corner, out of sight--I watched him drive off, albeit slowly. Dispatch canceled the fuzz and bid me a good night.
I made sure to text my manager, warning him that CG, if he is indeed the building owner, will most likely be calling him tomorrow with great malice. Luckily my manager knows the whole story and will let him have it.
But seriously, WHO DOES THAT?!?!? Creepy bastard... My hands were shaking for a good hour after that.
My coworker and I had just finished all the closing tasks and were seconds away from setting the alarm and walking out, when I noticed a mysterious car parked near the door. The rule is, we're not supposed to enter or exit the store if any strange vehicles or people are around.
I had already turned all the lights off in the store, so I moved over to check out this car--no one was sitting in it, but the hazards were on. This situation had never happened to me before, so I called my manager quick to confirm it was okay for me to call the police. As I'm talking to my manager, this guy, who I've never seen before, appears and starts knocking on the door. After informing my manager of what was up, I hung up and went over to tell this guy through the glass door off.
Me: I'm sorry, I can't open the door!
Creepy Guy: I'm the owner of this building! I want to know why the lights are off out here, and I need to get in there and check the circuit breakers!
Me:

CG: I own this building!
Me: Sir, I cannot let you in here, no way, no how.
CG: *gives me a horribly degrading look* Oh REALLY?!?
Me: Yes, really!
He starts to sputter and yell, but I storm away and call my manager back. He confirms that it probably is the building owner (based on appearance), but he says there's no reason for him to be at our store at 9:30 at night, and there was no fucking way we should let him in (duh, hehe). During this phone call, CG is continuing to knock on the doors and windows, giving me angry looks. My manager tells me to go ahead and call the police.
As I talk to the dispatch, giving her the situation and telling her what CG looks like, etc, the turd is STILL knocking on the door! After a couple more minutes--and since I was around the corner, out of sight--I watched him drive off, albeit slowly. Dispatch canceled the fuzz and bid me a good night.
I made sure to text my manager, warning him that CG, if he is indeed the building owner, will most likely be calling him tomorrow with great malice. Luckily my manager knows the whole story and will let him have it.

But seriously, WHO DOES THAT?!?!? Creepy bastard... My hands were shaking for a good hour after that.
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