If you don’t know, I am one hundred percent against shoplifting. (That is the highest number possible. Only an idiot would say they are higher than one hundred percent!) To read my thoughts on shoplifting, follow the link: Antitheft. My job requires me to travel to several different supermarkets on a daily basis. I love working for my company because I get to meet many great people and I am becoming more and more familiar with my new city. I’ve never been the type to sit in an office and listen to someone tell me what to do, plus I love driving so the job is a perfect fit. For the most part, ninety nine percent of the people I come across are extremely friendly; Los Angeles is definitely a great place to live. Although I like what I do for a living, there are some negative aspects. A few weeks ago, one of my coworkers called in sick and I was asked to cover his route. The area was mostly around Beverly Hills and the day was like any other, except for the fact that the women were more tanned and “plasticky,” the cars were fancier and the streets were cleaner. My last stop was at a fancy supermarket located across the street from an upscale shopping mall. I walked in and began walking around the store in order to determine what needed to be done. About ten minutes after walking into the door, I hear these exact words, over the intercom. “Security check on aisle seven.” I figured some rascal was up to no good and continued with the task at hand. I don’t know what prompted me to turn and look up, but for some reason, I stopped what I was doing and discovered that I was in aisle seven. Not only was I in the “thief’s” aisle, but I was alone. Some jackass actually thought I was attempting to shoplift. I am not the type to be bothered by such occurrences, so I simply laughed and continued working. Once I gathered the necessary information, I walked towards the stock room and I heard these exact words. “Security, you can catch him on aisle three.” (I was heading in the direction of aisle three!) I simply laughed and continued working. I guess the in-house theft prevention genius eventually figured out that I was not a crook, because I was never approached by any security personnel. The ironic thing is the fact that while the genius was watching me, he or she may have missed an actual thief. Thankfully, I have yet to return to that location. Hopefully, I won’t have to! I was mistaken for a thief while working! BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
Thanks to Missouri, my tournament bracket is done! I guess the new state slogan will be, M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-O-U-R-I, Norfolk State can do it better!