“This Ain’t No G**D*** Way To Start A Partnership”
In the 1980s, I manage a shoe store for a chain. This location is a stand-alone store with its own parking lot, and we are in a higher crime area, so I have an armed guard who hails from South America, and his English is a bit spotty.
A man in his twenties walks in and inquires about a job. It is a feather in the cap if a manager hires a full-time employee and is able to train that person to become an assistant manager for another location. So, I am talking the company up while handing the man an application. He turns out to be interesting.
Man: “I just flew in from Detroit. They killed my friend.”
Me: “Uh… Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”
Man: “I’m a cop, and I’m gonna find who did it.”
Me: “I certainly hope so.”
Man: “Yeah, my name is Axel Foley, but my real name is Reggie Hammond.”
It takes my brain a second to kick in. Wait, I think… those are character names that Eddie Murphy played in a couple of movies (“48 Hours” and “Beverly Hills Cop”). I realize this guy thinks he’s Eddie Murphy characters in a mishmash of two movies and therefore crazy.
I will admit that crazy frightens me. I am a very logical person, and I don’t know how to react to someone whose mind is all over the place. I leave the sales counter to escape the crazy and head to the stockroom to… well, hide, I guess.
This guy follows me as I am walking to the stockroom, and with a crumpled-up piece of paper in his hand, he frantically asks:
Man: “Do you know where I can get this prescription filled?”
Me: “Uh, down the street, I think.”
I look over at my armed guard, we make eye contact, and I give a head nod that can be translated to “Get rid of this guy.”
So, my guard walks over toward the guy, and instead of using words, pats his gun holster.
Well, that probably wasn’t the least threatening way to get rid of someone, but my guard speaks little English, so how else was he gonna quickly get his point across?
And then I hear this response to my guard patting his holster.
Man: “I GOT A GUN!”
We have a lady and her child trying on shoes at the time, and upon the man declaring he is armed, the lady begins screaming.
Lady: “OH, LORD! MY BABY! MY BABY!”
It turned out that the man didn’t actually have a gun. Thankfully, the dude left, the lady calmed down, and in about fifteen minutes, my heart stopped pounding in my chest!