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This is from my old days of working for a certain chain of convenience stores, let's call em 8-12 just to pull some random numbers from the air.
I’m working the evening shift in the store, which was in a more run down area of Salt Lake City and infamous for its beer runs, when I see a likely runner (Obviously underage, walks in with a purpose and heads straight for the beer section). Sure enough, he grabs the beer, sidles to the far wall nearest the door, and as soon as he gets to the 3 foot mark, takes off like a bat outta hell.
Here’s where the fun starts.
At the time it was pre-car wreck and leg injuries for me, so I was weighing in at around 245, 42 inch waist, 500 LB dead lift with my legs, and used to working at a self defense studio for a good 4-7 hours a day on my forms and working on the heavy bag, so I had myself a good lung capacity and fantastic endurance (I miss those days!)
The guy looks back as he’s running out the door, sees me vault the slightly raised service counter and take off after him, after about 30 second, I’m gaining, he throws the beer and takes off across the street, just in time….
For the police officer in the car that had been sitting dark in the covered parking tackle him, arrest his ass and laugh at the whole situation!
We agreed that it was stupid of me, but he was as sick as we were of these little punks deciding that what was someone else’s was also theirs.
My manager shook his finger at me, told me not to do it again, then high fived me.
Ahh…good times
I’m working the evening shift in the store, which was in a more run down area of Salt Lake City and infamous for its beer runs, when I see a likely runner (Obviously underage, walks in with a purpose and heads straight for the beer section). Sure enough, he grabs the beer, sidles to the far wall nearest the door, and as soon as he gets to the 3 foot mark, takes off like a bat outta hell.
Here’s where the fun starts.
At the time it was pre-car wreck and leg injuries for me, so I was weighing in at around 245, 42 inch waist, 500 LB dead lift with my legs, and used to working at a self defense studio for a good 4-7 hours a day on my forms and working on the heavy bag, so I had myself a good lung capacity and fantastic endurance (I miss those days!)
The guy looks back as he’s running out the door, sees me vault the slightly raised service counter and take off after him, after about 30 second, I’m gaining, he throws the beer and takes off across the street, just in time….
For the police officer in the car that had been sitting dark in the covered parking tackle him, arrest his ass and laugh at the whole situation!
We agreed that it was stupid of me, but he was as sick as we were of these little punks deciding that what was someone else’s was also theirs.
My manager shook his finger at me, told me not to do it again, then high fived me.
Ahh…good times
aaaaand save video feed and fill out police report for attempted theft.
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