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I love my cameras. People think they're in a blind spot when the fact is, I can see everything they do.
These two guys couldn't possibly have been old enough to drink and I'm pretty sure they expected me to ID them, deny them their purchase and leave meanwhile their two beers are in his friends pants. Unfortunately.....
Punk 1: (brings 3 cases of beer to counter)
Punk 2: (hangs out inside but away from the counter after stuffing two beers down his pants)
Me: "Tell your friend to come empty his pants."
Punk 1: "Whaa?"
Me: (to Punk2) "Hey! Get over here and empty your pants!"
Punk 2: (comes over and puts one beer on the counter)
Me: "All of it, don't make me go in there"
Punk 2: (pulls other beer out)
Me: "Is that all?" (I was pretty sure it was)
Punk 2: (lifts up sweatshirt to show me pants that are barely hanging on)
Me: (pulls the beer together on the counter) "Now get the hell out"
Punk 1: "What!"
Me: "You honestly think you're going to try to rip me off and I'm going to let you stay and buy?"
Punk 1: "But *I* didn't try to steal"
Me: (BS, he knew exactly what his friend was doing) "You're together. Get the hell out"
Now the ironic thing is, these guys were stuck outside needing a jump. Of all the idiot things to do while stuck. Had I known a CHP was parked up the road, I'd have let the one walk out so he could be arrested and I'd have tried to get an ID off the other.
Ah well, as they headed down the highway we let the next store know about them.
These two guys couldn't possibly have been old enough to drink and I'm pretty sure they expected me to ID them, deny them their purchase and leave meanwhile their two beers are in his friends pants. Unfortunately.....
Punk 1: (brings 3 cases of beer to counter)
Punk 2: (hangs out inside but away from the counter after stuffing two beers down his pants)
Me: "Tell your friend to come empty his pants."
Punk 1: "Whaa?"
Me: (to Punk2) "Hey! Get over here and empty your pants!"
Punk 2: (comes over and puts one beer on the counter)
Me: "All of it, don't make me go in there"
Punk 2: (pulls other beer out)
Me: "Is that all?" (I was pretty sure it was)
Punk 2: (lifts up sweatshirt to show me pants that are barely hanging on)
Me: (pulls the beer together on the counter) "Now get the hell out"
Punk 1: "What!"
Me: "You honestly think you're going to try to rip me off and I'm going to let you stay and buy?"
Punk 1: "But *I* didn't try to steal"
Me: (BS, he knew exactly what his friend was doing) "You're together. Get the hell out"
Now the ironic thing is, these guys were stuck outside needing a jump. Of all the idiot things to do while stuck. Had I known a CHP was parked up the road, I'd have let the one walk out so he could be arrested and I'd have tried to get an ID off the other.
Ah well, as they headed down the highway we let the next store know about them.
"You'd feel a Hell of a lot better if you'd just rip into the occasional customer." 
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