This evening was a fairly normal one in my new position, basically stocking things on shelves and sorting by dates, etc. About two hours remain in my eight hour shift, and I see the ball-pit (usually completely full with them) is half-empty. Not five minutes had passed since I saw the pit nearly full.
I start to get concerned, as I hear these boisterous teenagers playing with them. As I stop my pull-cart to approach the section where I see them, almost all of them except two bolt faster than one can say anything to them.
The two that stay behind basically were scared shitless, as they dropped the balls they were holding, and said to themselves "Shiiiit..."
I asked them to please stop, and not do it again as politely as possible. They walked away to who knows where. When I take the balls they were too rude to put back themselves, I finish my pull of grocery items and take them to the back for that to be dealt with.
I walk out into the main part of the store, and see a ball fly directly toward the door I entered in. Two more kids leave their balls on the ground, and now I take three more back to the pit. When I take them back to the pit, (conveniently located fairly close to our Home and Improvement section of the store, I hear glass shatter.
Not once, not twice, no, I hear four glass things drop and shatter completely, followed by the exclamations of "OOOOOHHH SHIIIIIITT DUUDDDEEEEEE," and "DUDE YOU'RE SO FUCKED," by the kids.
I walk over as quickly as I can and see the horrid mess these little shits left me. One of the guys had the audacity to say "Well, looks like you can be kept busy now," and walks away. I was infuriated.
Takes me an hour to clean this mess up (with some other activities / small jobs after/in between), and once I'm finished I decide to see if they're still in the store.
This time, they are sitting on our summer patio furniture playing with the balls. I walk up to them, and inform them that they cannot be sitting there. They all get up, leaving their balls behind.
One of the girls, as they leave, stops and says to me, "Sorry my friends are such douchebags..."
I replied with "If you were sorry, you wouldn't hang out with them."
She said "You know what, you're right," and calls her mom and asks for a ride home.
I felt pretty good, hope that girl stopped hanging out with tools like them.