So today I went to Target to buy some space saving items, such as large under-the-bed bins and a fold-up table to use as a makeshift desk. Now these were some big items, so my hands were full as I was dragging around two bins in my left, and a 5ft long table in the right. So as I go to exit the store (after paying for the goods) I get approached by Mr. Rogers in a security uniform.
“I know you have your hands full, but may I see your receipt.”
“What was that?”
“No, you may not see my receipt,” as I continued to exit the store past the metal detectors. As I did so, I could hear him reporting my description to others on his walky-talky. Nothing else further came of this, as I strolled leisurly to my car.
This isn’t the first time I’ve done this; the second actually. Last time I pulled this off, the teen at the door yelled maniacally for a manager as I worked my way back to my car. It was an embarrassment…not for me, but the store. That they would create such a scene over a complete non-event is quite comical.
Frankly, I find it insulting that they assume me to be a criminal (especially in the Target case, as he singled me out, and didn’t ask anyone else). It’'s not up to me to prove my innocence, the burden is on them to provide evidence of my supposed wrong-doing. I paid for the goods, I own them. They have no right to demand that I prove what I now own, which is why I imagine they “ask” if they can see it, even though “ask” is a complete misnomer in this case. And finally, I wasn’t about to be inconvenienced by putting down my table and bins (which took some effort to find a good holding position) to dig through my pocket for proof of what I owned. What if I couldn’t find my receipt, what would he do then? I have no interest in finding out, as I will continue to blow past these receipt stalkers. It’s a minor victory, but one I feel is important to prevent the further erosion of our rights.