The good, The bad, The saga lives on...
Ah, what an interesting week it has been indeed...
First off, got called a little after 11 p.m. this past Tuesday. It was my store manager, Vickie. Her voice, mixed with half sleep and half crazed) telling me someone 'May or May not have robbed the store' and get there as fast as I could. So, throwing on shoes and a jacket I literally RAN down to the store (I wasn't too out of breath either, not bad). Now, the route I take is down California which takes me to the back of the store. As I was running, I got stopped by a K-9 unit searching (?) the back lots. I explained I was the Assistant Manager, and they let me go...Only to be stopped by the next cop located at the side of the building. Once again, I explained I was the Asst. Manager. He simply said, "Ma'am, You need to stay here." and holding out his arm to restrict passage to the front of the building. I asked, "Well, Is Stephanie (the clerk on shift) okay?". Once again, he replied sternly, "MA'AM, you need to stay here." I was getting to a point of part worry and part annoyance, so I said, "Listen I'll stand here on my head until I'm blue, just tell me is Stephanie okay?!?" To which he FINALLY answered, "She's fine, ma'am, you need to stay here." Just then, Vickie walked (from across the front of the building I might add) and said to the policeman, "She's okay, she's my Assistant..." Then we got the full story of what happened...
Apparently, Stephanie had just stepped inside our cooler to fill the Milk. It was about 10:50 or so. She said she turned to exit the cooler when she came face to face with a 6'2" Black male. He pushed her back into the cooler. She didn't know if he wanted to rob the store or just wanted to come after her. Now I feel it prudent to describe some of Stephanie's attributes. She is a self-professed "Big Black Beautiful Woman from the Ghetto". So, when push literally came to shove, she said all she saw in her mind was the image of her four children and, in her words, "Ain't no Mutha fucker gonna take me away from my kids!" And with that she pushed him back, screaming "NO, NO, NO" and started to run for the front door. She knew that no one would hear her scream if she was inside, she needed to get outside. Well, the man went to grab her arm to pull her back, and Steph just kept going forward. He wouldn't let go, so she grabbed HIS arm and proceeded to WHIP him back and forth on the way to the front door, spilling end caps and displays until they reached outside. She just started screaming and the guy took off running toward Lincoln Square.
After what seemed like forever, the crime scene investigator showed up (we had to wait in the car until he got there before we could re-enter the store) and we got to see the security tape. We all (yes, even Stephanie) got a good laugh when we saw Stephanie whipping this 190 lb man back and forth like a rag doll. She said that as she was doing that, he said to her, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I forgot you wuz a sister! Let me go!" To which she said, "Damn right, I'm a sister you sad mother fucker!" But the scary footage came to light as well. When he entered the store, he literally walked straight for the cooler. He knew exactly where she was. I mean, most crooks are gonna 'stake out' a place and know who is where, but he didn't attempt to open up the register or grab anything off the shelves. He just aimed for her. Which in and of itself is a frightening prospect especially since they haven't caught him. Since we don't truly know his intent, we don't know if just Stephanie is the target or the store. So to cover all bases, this past week, My store manager and I have taken turns going in for the last two hours of the night, just so no one is alone. *sigh*
Ruby (the car) is ALIVE! As it turns out, my battery was D-E-A-D, dead. Apparently, it was from 2001 (although I could've SWORN I had gotten a new one only a year or so ago) and all parties agreed, it would be better to just let it rest in peace and buy a new one. Whoo-HOO!
First off, got called a little after 11 p.m. this past Tuesday. It was my store manager, Vickie. Her voice, mixed with half sleep and half crazed) telling me someone 'May or May not have robbed the store' and get there as fast as I could. So, throwing on shoes and a jacket I literally RAN down to the store (I wasn't too out of breath either, not bad). Now, the route I take is down California which takes me to the back of the store. As I was running, I got stopped by a K-9 unit searching (?) the back lots. I explained I was the Assistant Manager, and they let me go...Only to be stopped by the next cop located at the side of the building. Once again, I explained I was the Asst. Manager. He simply said, "Ma'am, You need to stay here." and holding out his arm to restrict passage to the front of the building. I asked, "Well, Is Stephanie (the clerk on shift) okay?". Once again, he replied sternly, "MA'AM, you need to stay here." I was getting to a point of part worry and part annoyance, so I said, "Listen I'll stand here on my head until I'm blue, just tell me is Stephanie okay?!?" To which he FINALLY answered, "She's fine, ma'am, you need to stay here." Just then, Vickie walked (from across the front of the building I might add) and said to the policeman, "She's okay, she's my Assistant..." Then we got the full story of what happened...
Apparently, Stephanie had just stepped inside our cooler to fill the Milk. It was about 10:50 or so. She said she turned to exit the cooler when she came face to face with a 6'2" Black male. He pushed her back into the cooler. She didn't know if he wanted to rob the store or just wanted to come after her. Now I feel it prudent to describe some of Stephanie's attributes. She is a self-professed "Big Black Beautiful Woman from the Ghetto". So, when push literally came to shove, she said all she saw in her mind was the image of her four children and, in her words, "Ain't no Mutha fucker gonna take me away from my kids!" And with that she pushed him back, screaming "NO, NO, NO" and started to run for the front door. She knew that no one would hear her scream if she was inside, she needed to get outside. Well, the man went to grab her arm to pull her back, and Steph just kept going forward. He wouldn't let go, so she grabbed HIS arm and proceeded to WHIP him back and forth on the way to the front door, spilling end caps and displays until they reached outside. She just started screaming and the guy took off running toward Lincoln Square.
After what seemed like forever, the crime scene investigator showed up (we had to wait in the car until he got there before we could re-enter the store) and we got to see the security tape. We all (yes, even Stephanie) got a good laugh when we saw Stephanie whipping this 190 lb man back and forth like a rag doll. She said that as she was doing that, he said to her, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I forgot you wuz a sister! Let me go!" To which she said, "Damn right, I'm a sister you sad mother fucker!" But the scary footage came to light as well. When he entered the store, he literally walked straight for the cooler. He knew exactly where she was. I mean, most crooks are gonna 'stake out' a place and know who is where, but he didn't attempt to open up the register or grab anything off the shelves. He just aimed for her. Which in and of itself is a frightening prospect especially since they haven't caught him. Since we don't truly know his intent, we don't know if just Stephanie is the target or the store. So to cover all bases, this past week, My store manager and I have taken turns going in for the last two hours of the night, just so no one is alone. *sigh*
Ruby (the car) is ALIVE! As it turns out, my battery was D-E-A-D, dead. Apparently, it was from 2001 (although I could've SWORN I had gotten a new one only a year or so ago) and all parties agreed, it would be better to just let it rest in peace and buy a new one. Whoo-HOO!