Customer Stories 3

So this one was also from when I was a cashier. I was on my break in the break room. The door was open, always was but I sat so I could see out of it or be seen in it, it was small and it had one table that took up much of the room two chairs and counter that had a microwave, coffee machie, and suger ketchep etc. I sat next to the counter to have easy access to the microwave.
Anyway I was sitting there eating something, I don't remember what, when a police officer walks in. "Are you Steve Zaky?"
"Ummmm...? That depends on what he did?"
"Mr. Zaky can you step out here and answer a couple questions?"
Now I'm nervous because I have never done anything that involves cops before and now I'm being questioned... again in the same week, which will be in a future next post.
I step out of the break room and there are two boys, maybe 12 or 13 each. I may have been nervous but they both looked guilty. "Mr. Zaky do you remember cashing these boys out for a box of Zebra cakes?"
A wave of relief comes over me, "excuse me?"
"One of your customers called saying she saw to young boys matching their descriptions grab a box of Zebra cakes and walk out with them. I found them and brought them back here to point out which cashier they were cashed out by as they claimed to have 'lost' their receipt. They walked in and said it was the big guy who they didn't see. I asked and your coworkers pointed me to the break room. Did you cash them out?"
"I get alot of customers in a day and its hard to remember them all. But I can tell you I didn't cash out to young kids for one box of cakes," they boys proceeded to try and hide their faces. "Should I call the manager?"
"Yes," then he turned to the boys. Before I could step away one of the other cashiers who was within ear shot called for the manager over the load speaker so I stayed put and listened. "So why did you do it?"
"Well we didn't have any money and we wanted snacks for the skate rink," one of the boys said.
"If you didn't have any money how were you getting into the skate rink?" The officer asked.
"Well we have eight dollars," the other said.
The cop let out a sigh, "It costs $8 for one person how were you both getting in?"
"Ummmmm........" the manager walked up.
"What's going on here?"
The cop explained what had happened to my manager and made the kids give back the cakes, but as they destroyed the box and dumped the individual packages into their backpack we could no longer sell them so he also made them pay for them. He then took them home as both boys tried to pull the 'but my parents are home now' with him.
Unable to resell them and them paid for the manager let the cashiers eat the cakes. We never found out what the cop old the parents or saw the kids again, but we chuckled over it from time to time. You ever want to meet so strange people, be a cashier.