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  • This is my Blog...There are many like it, but this one is mine...

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        Sunday, June 08, 2008

    Gosh, How I Hate Them...

    Shoplifters.

    Damn, I used to catch them daily, multiple times, when I got out of the military. Yeah? Run, motherfucker. I have run ten miles nearly every Friday for the last four years. And on Monday, I started at four miles. And ran every fucking day. So run, asshole. I can use the exercise, and you're just gonna get your ass beat tired.

    Loss Prevention. I worked Safeway, Long's Drugs, and some department stores. They moved me around.

    The cart stuffers...one person (or two) would fill a cart with goodies, and then leave it near an exit. Then the other dirtbag(s) would watch for security, and then he (she, or they) would rush the cart out the door to a waiting van, unload, and leave. And God help you (and your kids) if you got in their way on their way out.

    The major targets were Polaroid film (and/or film of any kind), cigarettes, scissors, cologne, and bizarrely, Spics stole socks by the bag full. Two of them would come in, dressed in their Spic-ish clothing (tight pants, western shirt) and they would meander over to the sock area, then one would reach down the pants of the other one, and pull out a bag (from the store they were robbing, procured earlier...duh) and then they would both squat and scoop socks into it, and then casually leave.

    And then I would follow them outside and kick their ass, handcuff them and hold them for the police.
    Tell me, is there any greater joy than kicking some miscreants ass that utterly deserves it? I don't think so.

    Unless it is running them down, and beating their ass in an alley, recovering the property of your employer, and then kicking them in the face as you leave.
    Depends on how far they made you run. And if you tore your pants.

    Ever wonder why prices at the store rise? The stores will recover their losses.

    Even if it has to be from you.