I'll be honest, I
don't have very many exciting stories to tell. I work at a grocery store. Yes,
it can be as boring as it sounds. Very little happens where I work that is
actually interesting or exciting, but yesterday afternoon, something
interesting happened at work. Something that I would have never expected. The
police came into the store I work at, fully armed.
My day started out as
a normal Thursday, until three o'clock in the afternoon. I looked out the
window and saw a tan police blazer with its lights flashing red and blue,
driving on the road right next to my work. I wondered where they were going.
Next thing I know, I saw them pull into the parking lot! What the heck are
the police doing here I wondered. There were three of them. They got out of the
blazer extremely fast, then ran into the store shouting, "Police!"
They each had their guns lowered like they were ready to use them at any
moment. I can't even describe how confused I was at that moment. As far as I
knew no one here had done anything even remotely wrong. One police officer
shouted and asked if anyone was in the back of the store. I answered him and
told him there was someone there. My sister was in the back of the store,
working. They started to search the store. They split up, searching the small
store, each one took their own aisle. They were headed to the back of the
store. I knew there was nobody in the store except for my sister, the owner's
dad, my boyfriend and myself. Of course, they didn't know that. As they were
searching the store, my heart was pounding, I was scared. I was scared because
my sister was in the back of the store. She didn't know police was in the
grocery store; I bet you anything that was the last thing on her mind. This
might sound silly, but I kept thinking of all the news stories and movies that
showed an innocent civilian getting shot because the police didn't expect them.
I was scared my sister would end up wounded, or worst dead. Exactly like the
people on those shows. I know that probably doesn't happen very often, but the
thought still crossed my mind. I was still very concerned. My boyfriend must
have seen the concerned look in my eyes, he moved closer towards me and touched
my back. Unfortunately, his comforting touch didn't help me any. I was relieved
when I saw the police coming back to the front of the store without anyone. My
sister turned out just fine.
The whole event took
less than ten minutes. The police found nobody, just as I expected. They said
they were looking for an armed suspect who was wearing a blue vest. The suspect
had been seen in the area, so they decided they needed to check out the grocery
store I work at. They asked me if I had seen anyone fitting their vague
description. I thought back, trying to remember seeing someone wearing a blue
vest, but my mind was blank. I see so many customers in one day, someone in a
blue vest isn't going to stand out to me. I remember people’s faces, not their
clothes. Later on that day my sister reminded me of a customer who comes in
regularly, came in wearing a blue vest. I remembered seeing him once she had
mentioned him. I specifically remember he got six dollars’ worth of gas. Then
he wished me a merry Christmas. I would be lying if I said I was surprised that
this person is a suspect. The rumor is he is a drug dealer.
Maybe this story
wasn't as exciting as you might have expected it to be, but I found it very
exciting. The whole thing seemed like a scene from a movie. It was that crazy.
Sometimes I need stories like what happened yesterday, just to remind me my job
isn't boring. Actually, after that, I am doubtful I will ever complain about
having a boring job. This event made me realize that in reality I probably have
a more eventful job than a lot of people do. Simply because I deal with
hundreds of people each day, hundreds of crazy, dramatic, eventful people.
People are full of events, which somehow manages to make my job just a little
more exciting, sometimes.
12-11-2014
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