It’s Literally The Least You Can Do
My local supermarket is inside a larger shopping centre. As I enter the centre, a bunch of teens are messing around on the stairs — jumping off, kicking things down it, and getting in people’s way.
I push my way through when they try to stop me but I can see others are intimidated by them, and my words do nothing.
I see the supermarket’s customer service desk and go over.
Me: “Hey, could you get security over to the stairs? A bunch of kids are being a nuisance.”
Worker: “Well, those aren’t owned by [Supermarket]; they are managed by [Shopping Centre].”
Me: “Yeah, but I’m guessing you have the ability to contact them?”
Worker: *Suddenly full of attitude* “Well, yeah, I guess. But it’s not my job.”
Me: “Your customers are being harassed, and you don’t feel bothered enough to make a phone call?! Is there someone else I can talk to?”
Worker: “Fine, whatever, I’ll do it.”
I stand and wait. She doesn’t move. Realising that I’m not going anywhere, she picks up the phone next to her, and without saying anything, she shortly puts down the phone.
Worker: “They’re coming.”
Me: “Great, I will wait.”
She huffs and picks up the phone again, pushes a button, and talks to someone. I can hear her describe what’s going on.
Worker: “Yeah, some kids or something.” *Pauses* “The stairs.” *Pauses* “Yeah, whenever. Don’t run down here.” *Pauses* “Yeah, someone is complaining.”
She hangs up and turns to me.
Worker: *To me* “Happy now?”
Me: “Ecstatic, thank you.”
I did my shopping and exited by the stairs. I saw the same bunch of kids being seen to by a first-aider. Looks like one of their jumps landed badly. If only there was some way of preventing it.