…came up catty corner behind me whilst I perused the vast array of undies and started flipping through a total of three pair of track pants on a rack.
Then I moved to a rack of t-shirts. He moved and stood catty corner behind me flipping through another rack while staring straight at me.
I looked at him, smiled and said out loud, “Store security. I can smell them a mile away.”. He tucked his head and walked off with his empty two handled hand held basket. lol
He was about 6’2″, 45, white, wore black slacks and a long sleeve burgundy plaid shirt (a fall outfit on this 99 degree day?), balding yellowy blonde hair (like sweat stain colored), not a buzz cut but tapered and rounded edges at the collar like some of the cops do.
He’s not good at his job if he’s going to be so obvious and be so easily intimidated.