It snowed & Let's Play CSI ?

Four to six inches yesterday, as soon as I left "the office". This is our little pond. The picture was taken from our back deck this morning.

The snow shovel may be used today - I think. Maybe. The front sidewalk is kind of dangerous.

Oh, well... we live in the country.

Nobody comes here anyway.

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OK, here is a story for you to think about and tell me what you figure out of it.

I am working. At the time, I am kneeling down in order to reach some low shelves and organise the stuff, in order to make it look nice. This is called "facing" the shelves, at the store where I work.

So, here I am working, when a strong masculine perfume reaches my nostrils. A man walks behind me towards the area where the medications are. The perfume was what called my attention. I look at him. Average looking, not young, wearing a type of uniform from his employment, like an auto mechanic or something like that.

I go back to work and notice that he walks behind me again, going back. I turn and see it. The man, his back to me, has his legs open and his right hand seems to be tucking something inside his pants. Right there, in front, where his "playground" is... you know.

And he tucks, and tucks. And he shakes his pants as if arranging something. Legs still open apart. All of this, while he walks.

I get suspicious. THEN he looks back at me. Directly into my eyes! And I stare back, because now, more than ever, I am SUSPICIOUS!

He swiped something, I think. And tucked it into his crotch.

He disappears towards another aisle and I get up. I check the shelf where he had been and notice that a small bottle of "Listerine" is missing - I had just been there organising them. I go to the front office and tell my manager about my suspicions. The guy is at a certain distance and, again, he looks at me. I tell my boss who the guy is.

The boss goes to the "floor" as we call the main area of the store.

And I go back to work. And think about it. The fact that he turned around was his mistake, in my opinion. If he was "re-arranging" his "weapons", or his "teeter-totter" in his "playground", he would NOT look back, right?

Why would he look back if this could even be embarrassing for him? If he needed to fix it, so do it and try to be as discreet as possible. But he looked back at ME. In the eyes!

A few minutes later, I am at the opposite end of the same aisle and a lady comes with a cart and parks it right behind me. Almost touching me, which is not common. And she looks me up and down, quite arrogant and asks a silly question:

- "Where are the Shake and Bake"?

No please, no thank you.

I get up and tell her. Still looking snotty at me, she goes to where I told her, giving me a last down look, as she moves away. And I notice HIM with her, a few steps apart.

Oh, there you go, lady!

Another symptom for us to play with.

He saw me going towards the office and talking to the manager. He gets pissed.

He goes to the wife and tells her. She gets pissed. And she wants to take a look at the bitch that is causing them problems. She comes to me and acts the way she did.

So I stand there. It's my turn to be nasty. I stand there and look around, running my eyes at the customers in general and, of course, stopping at them from time to time. Disturbing their possible shoplifting intentions.

And I notice that the man has his right hand tucked in his front pocket all the time. Their shopping is finished right there, and they go to the cashier. The man never takes his hand out of his pocket! All the way out of the store, his hand stays in his front pocket.

Unless you actually see the person stealing something, there is nothing one can do. What we actually do is follow the person, at a distance, not aggressively, but disturbing enough for the person to give up and leave.

I still think the dumb shit took that Listerine. As if he could not afford it.

One thing, though, seems interesting - he wanted to smell good all over!

Love ya!