I work in electrical sales on the first floor of a large supermarket. I notice a shifty-looking fellow standing beside our display of laptops. There’s nothing too unusual about that; they all run promotional videos and adverts so many people stop to watch them.
As I watch, the man reaches out and deliberately pulls on the security cable for the laptop, immediately setting off the anti-theft alarm. He then takes one step to the side and does the same to another laptop, and then another, before looking me in the eye and walking away.
His calm and deliberate attitude immediately arouses my suspicions, so I quickly reset the alarms and head down the public stairway to speak to our security guard about the strange behaviour.
I am never able to have that conversation; the security guard and the on-duty manager have already stopped the strange customer at the door and are asking him to open his backpack.
Apparently, the guy was so set on distracting me that it didn’t occur to him that the alarms would have alerted the CCTV operator, who watched him walk away from the laptops, stuff a small appliance in his bag, and walk off while I was occupied.
The story gets weirder.
The strange man decides that he doesn’t want to talk to the security guard and tries to push past. Knowing full well that the man is shoplifting, the on-duty manager grabs him by the coat and turns him around to walk back into the store.
At this point, the man sees me standing nearby and grabs me by the lapel with his free hand, trying to swing at me with the one that my manager is hanging on to! Between the two of us we are able to wrestle him to the ground, the security guard grabs one leg, and another member of staff grabs him by the other; all four limbs are held to stop him from thrashing and growling at us, while another member of staff calls the police.
As the four of us are sitting on this guy as he writhes and roars at us, another customer approaches my manager. I see her coming, and honestly, I think that she is going to try and defend the thief or scold us for restraining him so violently.
No. Instead, she speaks to the manager who is clamped down on the arm of a growling, struggling thief.
Customer:
“Excuse me! I’ve just been to the tills, and your staff gave me far too many plastic bags! I don’t need all of these!”
With far greater politeness than I had expected, the manager directed her to the customer service desk while we waited, on the floor, for another fifteen minutes until the police arrived. I mean, Jesus Christ, lady! Have you no concept of priorities?!