Well I didn’t listen to the rules of lifting and got caught.
I lifted while in a shitty mood, I was off my game.
I’m not going to name the store but it’s a shitty skate shop, where stoned teens work.
I’ve been going through a lot and needed some pick me ups.
So I did like usual, talked to the workers was friendly and wanted to try on some clothing, I planned to conceal in the dressing room.
I should’ve known something was up when she took the clothing from my hand and literally counted it and layed it out for me. I shouldn’t have been cocky and concealed a shirt. I know I shouldn’t have.
When I get out of the dressing rooms the workers were immediately down my throat. She took my clothes from my arms and said “I’ll hold those at the counter for you” even though I literally said “no” she grabbed them from me. Then I guess she counted them and confronted me.
“Where’s the other shirt?” I was like “I don’t know? I put it back” so then she was like “well can you show me where you put it back?”
So then this huge worker dude came up to me and was like “which dressing room were you in?” So I showed him and he basically pushed me into it and said “go in there and see if you can ‘find’ it”
I had no idea what the fuck to do. I knew I hadn’t left the store so could they even do this to me? I was alone and scared so I took it out of my bag and handed it to them. They gave me the nastiest look, like I was the scum of the earth and he said “get the fuck out and next time we’re calling the cops. We don’t want to see you in here ever again”
On my way out I overheard a worker call me a “broke bitch”
I handled myself with composure and left the store. I went to the car and bawled my eyes out.
I mean to literally be treated like you’re the worst person ever and to be look at with the most judgemental eyes.
I didn’t even leave the fucking store with the shirt.
I know I’m in the wrong but after the shit I’ve been through last night I’m so fucking anxious and depressed.
Fuck them. Fuck that store & their employees. They’re not shit.