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The thief and his mom (Long, but funny ending!)
I want to state at first I did do some things wrong in here. I sometimes forget policy and I tend to stand up more then I should towards thieves.
Two teens come in. and the mental alarms that something is going to happen starts blaring. (Work at a convience store for a while, and you know what I mean). . One is a giant, and the other is a scrawny one with a hat. They seem to be staring intently at our bags of candy while customers are in the store. The smaller one comes up and kinda stares at me for a moment while his giant starts looking at the beer. Another customer comes in, and both go back to staring at the bags of candy. After the customer leaves, the giant finally grabs a 18 pack fo beer, and his scrawny friend is by the door. My hand is reaching for the phone when the giant atucally puts the 18 pack on the counter.
ME: ... Ok... I need to see both of your IDs please.
GIANT: Are you F***ing kidding me!? We don't have those!
ME: Ok, sorry. No beer. *Puts 18 pack on ground*
The giant attempts to give the death stare to me. But I've gotten worst by children who get mad I won't sell them playboy. I deal with another customer, and the giant goes to the door for a moment. His friend is outside. The giant goes back in, followed by his friend and the stare at the bags of candy. I quickly finish the transcation with the other customer, grab the beer keys and go and lock up all the beer cooler doors. The giant again stares at me from across the store. His friend is now just saying they should go.
I grab the store phone, and stand near the front counter. The scrawny one is by the door, saying they should go. The giant lungers over to the warm beer display.
ME: (Stepping forward towards the beer display) "Ok guys, I want you to leave. I'm not selling anything to you.
GIANT: WHAT?! I got money! I'm the F***ING CUSTOMER you *word ryming with Wag*.
ME: Leave now or I'll call the police.
FRIEND: Lets GO! He'll call the policE!!!
GIANT: Why THE F*** do you want me to go you crosseye muthfuka!? I will MESS YOU UP!
ME: *dialing 911. Starting to give descriptions to Giant. Who is just giving me the death glare. I stare back. I start giving description of his friend, who then takes off.
At this point, The Giant is attempting to go through me. Bumping me backwards (Easily mind you) and pushing, screaming he is going to fuck me up, and that I need to stop touching him.
At this point the door opens, and a older woman comes in.
MOM: What the FUCK are you doing!? Get your ass in the car!!!
GIANT: NO! I'm going to FUCK HIM UP!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS HIS PROBLEM!! YOU CROSS EYE FAG!
At this point dispatch is telling me the police are coming, and I need to step away from the guy.
Do I? Plaidman is stupid. I still stand there. My heart is pumping fast, I don't want to be hit. But I'm not backing down from this thug, who is still trying to push me backwards by his chest, and screaming for me not touch him.
So his mom. Grabs him. By his arm. And starts to push him out the store. She even smacked him in the head and screamed what the fuck is the matter with him.
The giant did not touch his mom. He allowed his mom to push him out the store with his arm wrapped arouind his back.
I start laughing at that, and tell dispatch. I give dispatch the plate numbers. But I don't really want them arrested. They didn't steal anything, nor damage.
The dispatch had to ask three times. Yes, I belive it was his mommy that dragged him out of the store. No, I don't need medical. No, I don't really need a police. Yes, I will immediatly call them if they come back.
Two teens come in. and the mental alarms that something is going to happen starts blaring. (Work at a convience store for a while, and you know what I mean). . One is a giant, and the other is a scrawny one with a hat. They seem to be staring intently at our bags of candy while customers are in the store. The smaller one comes up and kinda stares at me for a moment while his giant starts looking at the beer. Another customer comes in, and both go back to staring at the bags of candy. After the customer leaves, the giant finally grabs a 18 pack fo beer, and his scrawny friend is by the door. My hand is reaching for the phone when the giant atucally puts the 18 pack on the counter.
ME: ... Ok... I need to see both of your IDs please.
GIANT: Are you F***ing kidding me!? We don't have those!
ME: Ok, sorry. No beer. *Puts 18 pack on ground*
The giant attempts to give the death stare to me. But I've gotten worst by children who get mad I won't sell them playboy. I deal with another customer, and the giant goes to the door for a moment. His friend is outside. The giant goes back in, followed by his friend and the stare at the bags of candy. I quickly finish the transcation with the other customer, grab the beer keys and go and lock up all the beer cooler doors. The giant again stares at me from across the store. His friend is now just saying they should go.
I grab the store phone, and stand near the front counter. The scrawny one is by the door, saying they should go. The giant lungers over to the warm beer display.
ME: (Stepping forward towards the beer display) "Ok guys, I want you to leave. I'm not selling anything to you.
GIANT: WHAT?! I got money! I'm the F***ING CUSTOMER you *word ryming with Wag*.
ME: Leave now or I'll call the police.
FRIEND: Lets GO! He'll call the policE!!!
GIANT: Why THE F*** do you want me to go you crosseye muthfuka!? I will MESS YOU UP!
ME: *dialing 911. Starting to give descriptions to Giant. Who is just giving me the death glare. I stare back. I start giving description of his friend, who then takes off.
At this point, The Giant is attempting to go through me. Bumping me backwards (Easily mind you) and pushing, screaming he is going to fuck me up, and that I need to stop touching him.
At this point the door opens, and a older woman comes in.
MOM: What the FUCK are you doing!? Get your ass in the car!!!
GIANT: NO! I'm going to FUCK HIM UP!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS HIS PROBLEM!! YOU CROSS EYE FAG!
At this point dispatch is telling me the police are coming, and I need to step away from the guy.
Do I? Plaidman is stupid. I still stand there. My heart is pumping fast, I don't want to be hit. But I'm not backing down from this thug, who is still trying to push me backwards by his chest, and screaming for me not touch him.
So his mom. Grabs him. By his arm. And starts to push him out the store. She even smacked him in the head and screamed what the fuck is the matter with him.
The giant did not touch his mom. He allowed his mom to push him out the store with his arm wrapped arouind his back.
I start laughing at that, and tell dispatch. I give dispatch the plate numbers. But I don't really want them arrested. They didn't steal anything, nor damage.
The dispatch had to ask three times. Yes, I belive it was his mommy that dragged him out of the store. No, I don't need medical. No, I don't really need a police. Yes, I will immediatly call them if they come back.
Listen children, do NOT try this at home! 
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