Regulars and Robbers

I swear-

I am always at the register

When cops are called

And my mom usually finds out-

Before I get the chance to tell.

>tis a small town in Indiana<

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You can feel it in the air, right before it happens-

Always with a line backed up several customers deep-

I’ll see my other red vest team members moving about-

Not in the normal every day routines,

But in that slow spread out- eyes scanning

You just know somethings is up.

This time a customer points-

“That man’s got something down his pants!”

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>>AND HE BOLTS<<

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Out the door and across the parking lot

Holding his crotch and running bow legged •trying• to sprint

A team member running after him points and yells-

“Orange shirt!”

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***And this is when it gets crazy***

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Out in the front lot, pricing this and that

Is one of our regular customers

-You would recognize him-

Alway in a red shirt and bandanna,

Shorts and work boots

Let’s just call him -our guy-

He drops everything and takes off

Sprinting after bowlegged-crotch-guy

Around the gated fence, across the parking lot

Reaching his getaway car parked two blocks away

-our guy-

Goes spread eagle with his arms in the air-

Blocking the car from moving.

Yelling with frustration for being cornered

bowlegged-crotch-guy

Looks left and then right-

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>>>AND BOLTS AGAIN<<<

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With no hesitation-

With nothing to gain or nothing to lose-

-our guy-

Takes off again in hot pursuit.

Dodging a few lanes of traffic-

Hopping fences and zig zagging around houses.

Now completely out of sight for all of us watching the showdown from the lobby entrance-

We wait.

The police reported when they arrived

-our guy- had bowlegged-crutch-guy cornered nearly a mile away from the store.

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He is just one of our regulars at his best

Guys like that-

Make up for the rude ones-

Who look like absolute wimps.

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I restocked the

A-frame coupler 2-5/16” ball 10,000lb max

after wiping it off and washing my hands

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Chuckling