A Real Mystery Shopper

(I answer a phone call while working the cash register. The voice on the other end is male.)

Caller: *obviously uncomfortable* “Um… uh… could I ask you to do me a favor?”

Me: “Certainly. What do you need?”

Customer: “Can you grab a box of tampons and hold it at the counter for me?” *he specifies the brand and strength* “I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”

Me: “Uh, sure.”

Customer: “Thanks.”

(A little while later, a man comes up in line with several grocery items.)

Customer: *mutters* “I believe you’re holding an item for me?”

(I grab the box and, taking care to hold it lower than counter level so others don’t see, I confirm that the item is correct. When he nods, I scan it as stealthily as possible and slip it into his bag.)

Customer: *looks around nervously* “Thank you so much.”

(Later, I’m telling my boss about the odd incident.)

Boss: “Your mission, should you choose to accept it…” *begins to sing the ‘Mission: Impossible’ theme*