I will confess when I was a kid and went shopping with my mom we would get a package of nuts or grapes or something and munch on them whilst we shopped for other groceries. If we ate the whole pack mom would keep the bag so we would be charged for it. No one ever gave a fuck.
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The tampons or diapers I can almost understand. Maybe someone was having an emergency that they weren’t prepared for and had to make a mad dash to the bathroom? And were too embarassed to return and buy the rest of the package?
Now this is bullshit. I have had this kind of emergency. I just go buy the shit and use it, or if I couldn’t wait, I’d use a pad and then buy the package. I mean, who cares, really? I’m a woman of childbearing years(please god let it stop)and I assume everyone knows I have a menstrual cycle(please god let it stop, soon).
The “now this is bullshit” line is me. I can’t figure out how to quote more than one post now that the board has changed.
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Decades ago, my sister-in-law confessed to me that she would take the pickle in the center of the Vlasic pickle jars. She was a cashier at the grocery store. :o
You are after my own heart today! I wish, oh how I wish I could be a parking lot cop. We used to tease my mother incessantly about that as kids - she would whine and moan about the parking lot assholes all the time. Now I wanna be a Traffic Stop Cop!
I’m amazed you’ve not seen it before, it was a very common occurance in the supermarket I worked in during the late 80s, early 90s.
I’ve damaged plenty of boxes with the cutter. It has a completely different look than that of a customer opened box.
What’s even worse than the customer thefts is what happens by the employees. I once cleaned out the top of our dairy back area refrigerator, and came down with 6 (yes SIX) milk crates full of “spent” whipped cream cans. One of the staff was a big whip-hit fan. Plenty of the staff would graze through the shelves to snack, or sneak something in to one of the back stock areas (the back freezer was a particularly good spot according to a few I found back there with there mouth full). Often the boxes would end up in the “vendor return” bins, as the staff thought it wasn’t really stealing. I’m sure much more was stolen/eaten than I ever saw, but what I saw was amazing in it’s quantity.
What if you didn’t realize you started until it soaked through the back of your jeans and you didn’t have any pads so you opened a package, snagged one, ran to the bathroom to put it on and then were too embarassed to stand in line to pay for the open package in your stained pants?
Yeah, I’m reaching. On the rare occasions I’ve been caught unawares (thank you birth control, with your wonderful period-controlling abilities) and unprepared (thank you DivaCup, with your awesome non-toxicity) I’ve either scrounged up a quarter for the machine in the bathroom or made do with toilet paper.