To Catch a, uh, Stealing Person
Hello all. Travis here again, and have I got a story to tell ya today, boy howdy.
Y'all know how Mervyn's looks so pretty and clean and invitin' when you come inside to buy things, right? Well, in the back of the store, where customers don't go, things are pretty different. Back there, things are ugly, disorganized, and, well, just plain yucky, to tell ya the truth. It's gray, it's dim, and it's cramped, and it's easy to get lost back there. It's already happened to me a couple of times. I made sure to take a picture of the store map with my cell phone so I could refer to it whenever I'm back there.
Anyway, even though I'm assigned to the office, it seems like Mervyn's is always aching for help with inventory, so I'm often sent into the dark corridors to fold things and box things and stuff things on shelves. I was on one of those little runs when I saw something weird.
Alberto is in logistics. He's one of the guys who gets inventory out of our shipping trucks and makes sure that they're put on the sales floor in a timely manner. Some people call this product flow, because he keeps the products flowing, ya know what I mean?
So I'm edging around the tall metal shelves in the back of the store, on the hunt for a bag of towels, when I see Alberto, hunkered down between two piles of boxes. One pile is a batch of brand new appliances, meant to be put on display in our home department. The other pile is a bunch of empties, meant for the trash. He's opening the new boxes and transferring the contents to the old ones. Then he tapes them up real tight. He does it all real quick-like, too. He's moving faster than I've ever seen him move. I don't say anythin', I just kinda hide behind one of the shelves and watch. When he's done puttin' the appliances into the unmarked boxes, he takes the originals and tosses them in a trash cart. He shoves them deep into the cart and covers them with some of the garbage that was already in there. Then he comes back, hefts the now-filled unmarked boxes, and tucks them behind a locker near one of the exits. He shoves them back a bit, so they're obscured by the shadows. Then he looks around and walks away.
I came back a few hours later, when the store was closing, and just kinda took a peek behind that locker. I doubt you'll be surprised when I tell you that those boxes were nowhere to be seen.
Now, I don't like to use such a harsh word as "thief" if I can avoid it. I'd much rather use a phrase like "person who took something that isn't theirs." Even so, it's not fair for me to make any assumptions, so if anyone asks about the missing appliances, I'll just say I have no idea. Rumors and hearsay, that's all that is. Hopefully, I will have gotten over the nosebleeds I usually get when I tell a lie by the time that happens.
Y'all know how Mervyn's looks so pretty and clean and invitin' when you come inside to buy things, right? Well, in the back of the store, where customers don't go, things are pretty different. Back there, things are ugly, disorganized, and, well, just plain yucky, to tell ya the truth. It's gray, it's dim, and it's cramped, and it's easy to get lost back there. It's already happened to me a couple of times. I made sure to take a picture of the store map with my cell phone so I could refer to it whenever I'm back there.
Anyway, even though I'm assigned to the office, it seems like Mervyn's is always aching for help with inventory, so I'm often sent into the dark corridors to fold things and box things and stuff things on shelves. I was on one of those little runs when I saw something weird.
Alberto is in logistics. He's one of the guys who gets inventory out of our shipping trucks and makes sure that they're put on the sales floor in a timely manner. Some people call this product flow, because he keeps the products flowing, ya know what I mean?
So I'm edging around the tall metal shelves in the back of the store, on the hunt for a bag of towels, when I see Alberto, hunkered down between two piles of boxes. One pile is a batch of brand new appliances, meant to be put on display in our home department. The other pile is a bunch of empties, meant for the trash. He's opening the new boxes and transferring the contents to the old ones. Then he tapes them up real tight. He does it all real quick-like, too. He's moving faster than I've ever seen him move. I don't say anythin', I just kinda hide behind one of the shelves and watch. When he's done puttin' the appliances into the unmarked boxes, he takes the originals and tosses them in a trash cart. He shoves them deep into the cart and covers them with some of the garbage that was already in there. Then he comes back, hefts the now-filled unmarked boxes, and tucks them behind a locker near one of the exits. He shoves them back a bit, so they're obscured by the shadows. Then he looks around and walks away.
I came back a few hours later, when the store was closing, and just kinda took a peek behind that locker. I doubt you'll be surprised when I tell you that those boxes were nowhere to be seen.
Now, I don't like to use such a harsh word as "thief" if I can avoid it. I'd much rather use a phrase like "person who took something that isn't theirs." Even so, it's not fair for me to make any assumptions, so if anyone asks about the missing appliances, I'll just say I have no idea. Rumors and hearsay, that's all that is. Hopefully, I will have gotten over the nosebleeds I usually get when I tell a lie by the time that happens.
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