||[Nov. 12th, 2008|02:44 am]
had an odd dream last night wherein a young man and young woman were in my store, and quite clearly drunk off their asses. a co-worker and i walked them out to the curb and asked them to stay out of our store until such a time as they could comport reasonably. unlike it would be if this were to happen in the real world, the two actually thanked us.|
the following night, just a few hours ago in fact, my co-workers and i had to deal with some tomfoolery. the barista came back to his register and noticed that a $5 was missing from his tip jar. he knew it had just been there moments ago, so the manager hustled back to the security camera and ran the footage back. we got a clear look at the young man who'd done it, and i located him in the rest room. the law is very odd and skewed about what we can and cannot do in these sorts of situations, so all we could do is just sort of smother him, by having as many associates as possible stand around him, being as obvious as possible without verbalizing our concern, or physically restraining him and the young lady that was with him.
the two of them actually managed a good poker face. the way all of it went down, i don't know whether the female party was actually aware of what was going on, but they both exited, and went to the pharmacy next door to our store. it wasn't more than 5 minutes later that a cop, on foot, apprehended the culprit, and detained him while one of our associates, the manager i think, made a positite identification on him. given that the amount of money that was taken was relatively small, and that the actions required by us to have him arrested would have been absurd, we just had him treated as a trespasser.
riding home from work, i decided to stop at 7 eleven and take advantage of the sale they have on one of my favorite coffee beverages. the store is right across the street from 3 apartment complexes, and it seems like every month, around the 1st, i witness some sort of eviction-related drama going down. this night, i'm not sure if that was the case, but there was certainly some drama going on. dude was just standing there getting slapped in the face, and jabbed in the ribs by this little hornet of a chick, while she just swarmed around him, screaming. even after i came out of the store, she was all curled up on the sidewalk while her friend tried to comfort her. a few blocks down the street i noticed the dude was having some sort of run-in with a scraggly, bearded guy, which resulted in him throwing a bicycle.
it's incidences like this that make me think a lot. does this sort of thing happen all the time? it wasn't a full moon tonight, i don't think. the temperature might have been between 81-85 degrees, so perhaps that's a valid axiom. also, maybe this is a sign that the psyche of the working class, or near-poverty population is really starting to crack, given the state of our economy and other related factors.