Rita Really????'s story reminded me of this tale that had happened a couple of years ago.
Back in '08, I took a job as a Hellmart Greeter (don't judge. Money is money, especially when you have none).
I wasn't new to retail at all, but it was the first time I'd ever been permanently stuck on the door. There were a ton of problems at this place: management scheduled me during hours I couldn't work, management had no idea what they wanted the greeters to be doing besides saying hello and checking in returned merchandise, and we weren't allowed to sit at all unless we were in a wheelchair (which sucks when you're recovering from a bilateral dislocation of the pelvis - I mysteriously dislocated BOTH of my hips).
However, none of these things bothered me overly much... at least not in comparison to something else.
The one job duty my managers all agreed on (in between bouts of yelling at me because I did something how manager X told me and manager Y thought it should be done a different way) was that I was the last line of defensive against thieves.
If anybody got out of the store with merchandise through my door, it was MY fault and I was in danger of being fired in that case, but hey, no pressure. ><
Well, things went okay for the first month I worked there, but towards the time I quit (in the second month), I had an incident.
Stupid bitchy fuckface manager J comes up to me to casually point out a dude wandering around near the door. She wants me to ask for his receipt and try to casually hold him there until security catches up with him, because they think he's going to run with it.
I nervously agree, and when he comes up, I check his receipt. However, I think he realized I was spending too much time checking it out (or maybe he saw the cop car pull up out front), because he left the vacuums he was trying to make off with and took off, busting our doors open.
Security went flying after him.
They, the cops, and the police dogs all chased after him, and eventually caught the bastard. My managers assured me I wouldn't even get written up this time (THIS TIME?!?!?!?! Assholes!) and that was that.
The guy had bought the vacuums once from another store, and then he was taking the receipt around to different stores, stealing the vacuums, and then returning them.
It was particularly scary to me because he could have tried to hold me hostage or something to get away. I'm glad he ran, and thankfully they didn't fire me and I lived another day so I could quit my job instead. 8D