stolen

It was horrible. I had to make the transition from the musty air in my car to the even more humid and pervading air in the Publix parking lot to arrive at the refreshing albeit warm air circulating the enclosure of the Dollar Tree store all because my mom wanted me to get her stupid powder to clean the carpet. I was obviously in a bad mood and hating the hot weather.

I went aisle by aisle, not knowing where to find the product I sought. I started at the front of the store and by the time I had peaked my head into the 3rd row, I was convinced that the hippie cashier and I were the only ones in the store—that’s when I reached the 4th aisle. That’s where I saw a lady nervously fumbling to stick something in her purse. What the hell? This fortysomething year old is stealing something frm an aisle where theres aluminum foil and those plastic baggies you put your sandwiches in. Why would anyone do that? Especially if its only going to come out to a dollar and seven cent?!

Mind you, this is all going through my mind and I stood still watching her; I’m not very good at being discrete. She gave a contemptuous look and I stared right back at her with a “yeah, I just saw what you did, bitch” face and I kept walking, continuing my quest to find that carpet cleaner stuff.

Should I tell, should I not tell? Who do I tell, the hipster cashier? I thought about it and decided to let it be. Who knows mwhat financial situation she was in, maybe she seriously needed it…though I should mention that she did have a hand basket full of other stuff, so she probably could’ve afforded 1 more thing. Whatevrer, I was just hoping the situation would fix itself, karma.

I found what I ws looking for and I got in line. Of course, the thief lady is in front of me and suddenly the store seems to be buzzing with people. They get in line behind me, make noise, you know, buzz up the place lol.

When the thief goes to pay the cashier says her total is 4.24. reasonable? I think so. The thief pulls out a 5 dollar bill and the cashier who has super long white hair and bangs, orange tanned skin and rocks an argentinan accent says, hold on, I’ll go get change in the back. The thief says no, I have to go, I have exact change. She takes out 4 singles but she only has 10 cents. The cashier says don’t worry, I’ll cover the rest, you have a nice day. And the thief lady looks at her and insists on finding change in her purse.

By this point I’m just giving the thief a nasty look because, honestly, the cashier is being so nice to her and she’s STEALING from the store. In the end, the thief gives in the 4 singles and 10 cents and lets the cashier keep the five too. The cashier looks at me and says, how nice, I love surprises.

I think, I love twists.

Of course, this whole thing happened in Spanish, because this is Miami, jajaja.