. . .by shoplifter.
I swung into Aldi’s today to pick up a couple of things. As I entered, I noticed a man standing by his cart, which was facing the door. If you’ve ever been to an Aldi’s, this is not the normal traffic pattern, so it struck me odd, but I didn’t have time for it to even register with me. He suddenly leaned over and shoved – jammed! – a bunch of stuff into a shopping bag, and barged right past me, onto the parking lot. He nearly knocked me down.
I didn’t have a chance to even notice anything else about him, before he was out the door and getting into his car. I did report him to the manager, but that wasn’t much help.
BTW, Gran-mama is what our great-granddaughter calls me, with the emphasis on the last syllable. The Squire is Papa, again with stress on the last part of the word. I have no idea where she got it, but we like it.
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Oh, my! A similar thing recently happened to me. I was standing by the door of the grocery, waiting on Dallas-Cowboy-Fan, and a man shot past me, his cart full of groceries. Bells and bongs went off, but no one seemed to care. I wish I would’ve thought to follow him and get a photo of his license plate or at least which direction he was running with the cart.