UPDATE
So, today, a guy comes in. Looks pretty young, and weirdly familiar. Went and got Colt 45 (I made him leave his backpack with me), and when he came up to the counter, I asked for his I.D.
It was FB1! I never saw him up close before, just in grainy security photos. Of course I informed him that he was banned.
FB1: "Oh. Am I?"
Me: "YES. You stole a bottle of rum, AND my coworker's tip jar. That's pretty fucking low, man. You're banned."
FB1: "For how long?"
Me: (Making it up on the fly) "Until the police say you can come back."
FB1: "I already talked to the police."
Me: "Well, until they come in and tell us, you can't be in here. You have to go."
FB1: "Okay. Sorry. I was drunk, you know..."
Me: *stare*
FB1: *leaves*
I saw him walk into the mall from the other entrance, and so I got the security guard and told him, but he came back to inform me that FB1 had escaped the premises.
I for one am astonished at FB1's audacity. He KNEW his picture was on the Wall of Shame for theft. Surely he must be aware that we actually look at the damned thing and discuss the nasty little kleptomaniacs. And yet he strolls in and presents complete I.D., even though his name is right on the Wall! Saucy little brat. If I see him again I'll tell him he owes my co-worker money - that'll probably send him away for good!
So, today, a guy comes in. Looks pretty young, and weirdly familiar. Went and got Colt 45 (I made him leave his backpack with me), and when he came up to the counter, I asked for his I.D.
It was FB1! I never saw him up close before, just in grainy security photos. Of course I informed him that he was banned.
FB1: "Oh. Am I?"
Me: "YES. You stole a bottle of rum, AND my coworker's tip jar. That's pretty fucking low, man. You're banned."
FB1: "For how long?"
Me: (Making it up on the fly) "Until the police say you can come back."
FB1: "I already talked to the police."
Me: "Well, until they come in and tell us, you can't be in here. You have to go."
FB1: "Okay. Sorry. I was drunk, you know..."
Me: *stare*
FB1: *leaves*
I saw him walk into the mall from the other entrance, and so I got the security guard and told him, but he came back to inform me that FB1 had escaped the premises.
I for one am astonished at FB1's audacity. He KNEW his picture was on the Wall of Shame for theft. Surely he must be aware that we actually look at the damned thing and discuss the nasty little kleptomaniacs. And yet he strolls in and presents complete I.D., even though his name is right on the Wall! Saucy little brat. If I see him again I'll tell him he owes my co-worker money - that'll probably send him away for good!
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