Robbed
Yesterday my work got robbed.
I was at my desk in the production room and my boss was in the office when the front door beeped to signify someone was entering the shop. Before my boss could get out there to assist the 'customer' the door beeped again to signify one leaving. Daryl comes out to me with a stunned look on his face and we had a conversation that went a bit like this...
D. Nicole, I think we've just been robbed.
N. Serious?
D. Yes.
N. Nooooooo
D. I just went out to help that customer and he had gone and the cash tin has gone as well.
N. Nooooooo
D. Yes.
N. Bastard
D. I know
N. Did you see them go down the street?
D. I think they went around the corner.
N. Should you go check?
D. OK
Daryl walks off calmly down the street. I mind the fort. About 20 minutes later he's still not back. I'm debating whether to lock up the shop and go and check he's not lying in a ditch somewhere when he returns with a badly hurt arm and an empty cash tin.
Apparently he found some guy (big black maori cunt - for those who don't mind me being offensive or racist) emptying the cash tin into his pockets in the park. Daryl is ex-army so he has balls so he decides to take on the bastard - this involved general running, crash tackling and chair throwing from what I am lead to believe. There was even a threat from the guy that went something like "I'm going to get a gun and come back and shoot you M*&^!%# F&!@^$" which was (obviously) met by the response "You're going to shoot me? You're the one who robbed me - I should shoot you". DUH.
The whole thing happened right down gympie road - there were heaps of people doing construction along there who just watched as Daryl gave chase and didn't even try and help. I don't understand this, I mean I'm 'just a girl' but if I was there I would have done what I could even though that's probably not a lot. The whole thing ended when the guy grabbed a stool from out the front of the newsagent and pegged it at the boss - hense the injured arm. The guy from the news agent came out to rip through the bastard when he ralised what was going on. But the guy had gotten away - with around $400, the funny part was that we had about $100 worth of $1 coins in the tin so he jingle jangled as he ran down the street. So if anyone see's a guy (big black maori cunt) having a field day at the pokies - that's the fucker.
The police were called. I have no doubt they'll get the guy. You see we have glass cabinets and doors at work - which up until now we've always bitched about cleaning but after yesterdays events displayed a huge canvas of hand and finger prints which showed a story of a guy jumping over the counter, flogging our takings and barging out the front door. He didn't even use the handle on the front door. He used his whole hand smack bang on the glass to push his way through, the finger prints were so clear even I could have figured out who it was. What an idiot. Daryl had gotten right up close to him and there were also heaps of witnesses so identifying the guy will not be a problem. And evidence also suggests that he/or someone he knows is a customer or someone who has been in the store before to know exactly where our cash tin is kept and how easy it is to pinch.
I have my suspicions about who it was.
Arseholes. This really gets my goat. Who does he think he is? Our shop has only been open for less then a year. We are busy but we are struggling. Each month we have sales targets and Daryl, Maria and Myself bust our arses to achieve them. Last month for the first time since opening we broke even and this was great. We are really working it and some cunt just feels he has the right to stampede into our shop and steel what we have worked hard to achieve.
As I left yesterday afternoon the shop was full of police and looked like a scene from CSI. I am sure they will get him and if they don't karma will.
The End.
I haven't edited this post because I am angry and lazy. Deal.
posted by NicNic at 7:50 AM
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