One cold and snowy day in December, back when I was a hostess at The Hot Spot, I was standing around wishing I had something to do. My daily cleaning tasks were done and because of the weather, there were only a couple tables in the restaurant. No one was walking in and the phone would ring maybe once every hour.
Standing at the front desk, I can see outside into the front parking lot. While glancing out the big window, I saw a girl running up to the restaurant. I guess she was cold and wanted to get inside as fast as possible.
“She looked like she was in trouble.”
The girl swung open the front door and glanced behind her nervously. Strange, I thought. She actually looked like she was in trouble. She finally came through the entrance doors and into the front lobby and looked around quickly.
“May I help you?” I asked.
“Where’s the back door?” She demanded.
I looked at her, stunned for a moment. First of all, we don’t have a back door for customers. Secondly, why would she just want to walk through the whole restaurant just to get to the back (if it even were possible). She kept looking out the window and ducking down.
“The only door is the one you came through.” I told her.
“Fuck!” she cried as she opened the lobby door and then stopped dead in her tracks. Two guys stormed into the front door wearing Best Buy uniforms, faces and arms red from the cold outdoors and started blocking her way out.
“Don’t fucking touch me!”
“Get out of my way! Don’t fucking touch me!” she yelled. They two Best Buy employees held up their arms as if to say “We’re not laying a finger on you” and she pushed her way through the door, turning left to run down the side alley next to the restaurant. Right as she was about to step off the walkway, a police car came to a screeching halt. An officer jumped out of the car and caught her, bringing her into the back seat.
I turned to the two guys and asked “What the hell was that all about?”.
“She stole hundreds of dollars worth of stuff from the store so we chased her all the way here.” One of them told me, out of breath. They sat down for a moment, trying to regain their composure.
“Do you guys need a glass of water or something?”
“No, no. We have to get going.” They explained.
I imagine the adrenaline was overwhelming, chasing and catching a Best Buy Bandit. Even just running from there must have took a lot out of them, especially running through the snow and slush. They soon left to talk to the police and I guess to get back to work. I wonder if they got a round of applause upon their return. Or maybe even a bonus.
That was one of the most unexpected experience that I’ve had working at the restaurant. There I was, just wishing something exciting would happen and I get to see a thief caught red handed.