Well I haven't really gone any place other then work and home the last few days or even week. Boy did the shit fall from the sky as it was a busy week.
Anyhow, wife wanted to go shopping and I don't like crowds so we went late tonight @ the Shop Rite on the Riverfront. I OC'ed there and felt very natural. Half way through the shopping I notice a tall black fella dress in khakis and black golf shirt walking briskly towards me. I was talking with my oldest while the wife walked around from isle to isle. We were standing near an end cap and I saw him walk by to the isle behind me, do a quick 180 while eying me up. Then he did another 180 @ the next isle on the other side of me to straightening a small snack box on the end cap. After he briskly fixed the box that was not really out of placed he did another 180 eying me again and walked briskly back to where he came from in the area of the dairy section.
When he did that last 180 I noticed on his black shirt in dark stitching that it said Lost Prevention. I knew when I first saw him but wasn't sure but it was store security just checking me out.
I was waiting for something to follow from that but nothing.
Went down another isle and saw a lady eying me and smiling @ the same time. I know this had nothing to do with the fact I was OCing. What can I say.
@ check out a WPD was in line next to me. He glanced @ me saw the holster nodded paid for his soda and left.
The store manager was very nice. He saw the holster smiled and told me he felt safe. He then made sure all our coupons ran up correctly. Ran back to get an item the wife forgot and grabbed the correct size ribs (we got the smaller one and it was wrong per the coupon) and helped us load our cart.
I must say it was a great experience. Wife and babies didn't mind it either.
On the way out I saw that same Lost Prevention fella out side counting carts. After loading the truck I took our cart back and asked him if he had to do that every night. He said no that they were new ones. He told me to enjoy my weekend and I told him the same...
Anyhow, wife wanted to go shopping and I don't like crowds so we went late tonight @ the Shop Rite on the Riverfront. I OC'ed there and felt very natural. Half way through the shopping I notice a tall black fella dress in khakis and black golf shirt walking briskly towards me. I was talking with my oldest while the wife walked around from isle to isle. We were standing near an end cap and I saw him walk by to the isle behind me, do a quick 180 while eying me up. Then he did another 180 @ the next isle on the other side of me to straightening a small snack box on the end cap. After he briskly fixed the box that was not really out of placed he did another 180 eying me again and walked briskly back to where he came from in the area of the dairy section.
When he did that last 180 I noticed on his black shirt in dark stitching that it said Lost Prevention. I knew when I first saw him but wasn't sure but it was store security just checking me out.
I was waiting for something to follow from that but nothing.
Went down another isle and saw a lady eying me and smiling @ the same time. I know this had nothing to do with the fact I was OCing. What can I say.
@ check out a WPD was in line next to me. He glanced @ me saw the holster nodded paid for his soda and left.
The store manager was very nice. He saw the holster smiled and told me he felt safe. He then made sure all our coupons ran up correctly. Ran back to get an item the wife forgot and grabbed the correct size ribs (we got the smaller one and it was wrong per the coupon) and helped us load our cart.
I must say it was a great experience. Wife and babies didn't mind it either.
On the way out I saw that same Lost Prevention fella out side counting carts. After loading the truck I took our cart back and asked him if he had to do that every night. He said no that they were new ones. He told me to enjoy my weekend and I told him the same...
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