Miami Vice Ride Again

In response to the recent spate of thefts internal security have sent out the big guns. Two burly blokes to patrol the aisles in pursuit of those pesky thieves. Two of them. Both enormous. Both clearly from out of town.

It was vastly entertaining to watch the pair of them attempt to be inconspicuous as they mooched up and down the store, lingering over the puy lentils and sun dried tomatoes, probably as much the customers and would be thieves as it was to the staff. It was less entertaining to have to watch them sunning themselves outside the main entrance for long stretches of time while the sun just happened to be out, shooting the breeze.

Then towards the end of their stint they approached the Bolshi Book Worm to make a confession. They'd missed one. As evidence they proffered an open box of plasters from which a young woman under surveillance had abstracted one. No police report into the incident of the Stolen Sticking Plaster is to be raised.

No more than five minutes after their departure one of our staff observed a young man help himself to some kind of slice from the hot food counter, mooch about the store for long enough to consume the entire thing. As he slipped between the checkouts he did at least have the common decency to deposit the wrapper in the rubbish bin. When confronted he shrugged his shoulders and admitted he hadn't paid for it.

Crockett and Tibbs were already well away and in no time so was our freeloader.