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We have a hallway in the back of the store with a rear entrance. The hallway has a camera. The door is controlled by a button at the counter. For some reason the boss won't put a call button on the inside of the door or a buzzer to indicate when it is unlatched. This means that people have to tell me when they are leaving so I can watch the monitor and unlatch the door as they approach, which isn't a problem unless someone comes to the counter to check out or ask a question, the phone rings, I have to show someone where something is or someone wants to sell some books, when I will forget about the person heading towards the door and they will have to come back and remind me to unlatch the door for them.
The people who sell to us regularly (professional scouts) know this so they close the back door slowly to ensure it doesn't latch. I normally don't mind this when they are bringing in their loads if they remember to latch it when they are all inside. They often forget to do this.
As happened today. As I'm going through the scouts books I see a guy take a big rubber spider that we had sitting on top of the horror book case and throw it out the back door. For some reason, instead of simply following it through the door he decides to come back to leave through the front. Of course I'm running as fast as I can move my fat ass and catch him entering the main part of the store from the hall. I catch him and pin him against the wall and start calling him nasty names like "dumb ass hillbilly thief". He isn't resisting which kind of upsets me. I was mad. He made me run and I wanted to hurt him. When he finally talks he says "I'd have loved it more than you." This was so off the wall that I just told him to leave.
AAAHHH!!! I keep saying it. I'm a fucking bookseller, I should be wearing a tweed jacket and smoking a pipe, not lifting heavy boxes and wrestling with street scum.
The people who sell to us regularly (professional scouts) know this so they close the back door slowly to ensure it doesn't latch. I normally don't mind this when they are bringing in their loads if they remember to latch it when they are all inside. They often forget to do this.
As happened today. As I'm going through the scouts books I see a guy take a big rubber spider that we had sitting on top of the horror book case and throw it out the back door. For some reason, instead of simply following it through the door he decides to come back to leave through the front. Of course I'm running as fast as I can move my fat ass and catch him entering the main part of the store from the hall. I catch him and pin him against the wall and start calling him nasty names like "dumb ass hillbilly thief". He isn't resisting which kind of upsets me. I was mad. He made me run and I wanted to hurt him. When he finally talks he says "I'd have loved it more than you." This was so off the wall that I just told him to leave.
AAAHHH!!! I keep saying it. I'm a fucking bookseller, I should be wearing a tweed jacket and smoking a pipe, not lifting heavy boxes and wrestling with street scum.
That's great.
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