I used to work as a store manager in a video game retail store. In addition to video games, we also sold various types of apparel and knickknacks. This story takes place two weeks before the store is set to permanently close.
A few kids come into the store soon before closing time. They start to wander around the store, poking at things. These kids had given me trouble before, so I keep an eye on them as I continue restocking. As I’m putting some apparel out and fixing the displays, I notice one of the kids reach up to pick up a Wonder Woman beanie, put it on, and rip off the tag. I grab the tag and hold onto it as I restock.
Closing time comes and goes, and the kids are still wandering. I’ve got work to do, so I don’t say anything. Then, all five of these teenagers make their way toward the door, one of them still wearing the beanie. I decide to say something.
Me: “Hey, guys, see anything you like?”
Teenagers: “No.”
Me: “I’m sorry to hear that. Did you want to buy that beanie before you go?”
Kid With Beanie On: “What are you talking about? I came in with this.”
I hold up the tag for the beanie in question.
Me: “My dude, I saw you take it off the rack, put it on, and take the tag off. At this time, I’m going to have to ask you to leave my store.”
The kid throws the beanie down on the ground and stomps off.
Other Kids: “Oh, we weren’t with him.”
Me: “Yeah, you were just walking alongside him and joking with him the entire time. You all leave, too.”
Other Kids: “You can’t do this; we’re calling the police!”
I worked for that retailer for ten years, five of them in management. I never had to throw people out except for those last two weeks before the store shut down.