Un-wine-ding The Crime

I work in a store a little larger than a regular corner shop, and a little smaller than a supermarket, so from my position at the tobacco counter, I can see customers coming and going.

I see a customer walk in with no basket or trolley, and within minutes, he’s walking back out. It’s very obvious he has a bottle of wine down his trousers (he wasn’t THAT pleased to see me).

I watch him (through the glass doors) casually walk out into the car park, up to his car, open the door, pull the bottle out from his trousers, place it inside somewhere, and close the door before walking to another shop using the same car park.

What I did not see him do was lock his car.

Being a slow day, I walked outside to his car, opened the door, and found the wine under the seat. I picked up the bottle, returned to my shop, and placed the bottle on the shelf. I then got back to the tobacco desk just in time to see him walk back to his car, open the door, and look under his seat.

The procession of facial expressions that followed provided literal minutes of entertainment.