Robbed

Tonight at work, Sharon and I were robbed.

This guy comes in, picks up two 40s, walks over to the counter and says something to the effect of "I am taking these out of the store. You're not going to stop me."

I was totally bewildered, and I think I said "Pardon?" And I think he repeated himself.

In my total bewilderment I stepped between him and the exit and said, "No, you can't do that."

He took a step towards me and said something like, "You don't want to do that." I then realized what I was doing, and realized how unbelievably stupid it was to try and stop this guy over two stupid bottles.

But oddly enough, before I processed this thought and actually moved out of his way, HE turned around a left through the entrance.

It was all very strange. We called the non-emergency police line and they responded very quickly (to my surprise) and actually took a report and stuff. But of course didn't offer much hope of catching the guy (duh).

I was SUPER pissed off. I felt like we had been taken advantage of for being girls. I m totally sure it wouldn't have happened if my big, male manager had been in the store. It was an opportunistic crime, and the opportunity was a liquor store staffed by only two chicks. I went on a full rant to Sharon about how mad it made me.

Then this guy came in with a 5-week old puppy and he totally let me hold it. And he wriggled all around in my arms and climbed on my shoulders and licked me. It was awesome.

But I am still mad. I totally wish I had kicked that dipshit in the balls.