Reminds me of my youth, when I was the “greeter” (aka the only loss prevention these poor bastards had) at Future Shop. I got paid $4.50 an hour.

I still vividly recall the first time some dude grabbed a Gamecube off the shelf and walked out the door, and flipped me off when I was like, “Hey, what the fuck dude?” The manager on duty confronted me and the conversation went something like:

Manager: “Why didn’t you stop him?”

Me: “I’m not getting into a fistfight for $4.50, dude.”

Manager: “Good. I’m not paying your medical bills.”

Seeds were planted in my brain that day, though they didn’t sprout until more than a decade later.