Heh guys, today's going to be a bit of a mondo Rhonda blog download again.
So we were at the "Price Chopper" grocery store doing our shop. We're in line to pay and overhead comes this fuzzy, urgent "code" repeated a few times. Well before we know it people are running and yelling and the small town canadian in me is taking cover with my kids because any second some crazy gun toting american is going to jump onto the checkout counter and start shooting his semi-automatic all around the store.
And then the undercover grocery store cop is running and you hear a scuffle and in the end it turns out some guy was trying to shoplift something.
Never did see the guy but while we were waiting for our stuff to get bagged I nonchalantly walked over to eavesdrop and snoop.
What I see is a backpack and the cops pull out the stuff and lay it on the table.
One package of diapers and two packages of pull-ups.
My heart sunk and I wanted to buy these for the person who felt they couldn't afford these and thus needed to steal them.
And then I can hear my mom's voice (HI MOM) saying "well he may have had the money and was just shoplifting irregardless"
I'd like to think the otherwise, but I'll never know.
So we walked away from our american grocery store experience thankful for little Altona and our very unexciting life there.
Rhonda
No comments:
Post a Comment