It was in 1989, having graduated from college, I embarked on a career in grocery retail. After surviving a crash course on grocery manager skills, my first night as being the M.O.D. (Manager on Duty) had finally arrived. As the store manager left for the night he said “Don’t worry… if anything goes wrong, you got Marvin working with you, and he is our best security guard.” As he walked out the door it was now my first time flying solo.
The first few hours went very smoothly. Around 5:30, the evening rush was in full effect. Then things started to unravel. Marvin walked up to me and said “I’m going to need your help, I am about to arrest a shoplifter and he is a pretty big guy”. Following Marvin, we approached a gentleman who looked like an offensive lineman for the Washington Redskins.
The man immediately pulled out a huge can of Starkist tuna out of his sweater and said “you got me” and without putting up any resistance allowed us to escort him to the backroom. When we got the shoplifter to the backroom, Marvin handcuffed him to the meat cooler door, and I called the police so they could come get the shoplifter.
As we waited for the police, we got called to the front for customer service. I started to ring up an order as Marvin bagged the order. I then saw Marvin shaking his head, just then, a lady at the back of the line, jumped out of the line and started running to the back of the store. Marvin started giving chase, I left my customer and ran after them.
As we chased her, we saw her reaching into her big bag she was carrying, and started throwing Heineken beer bottles on the floor and saying “These are not mine…these are not mine”. After catching up to her, we escorted her to the backroom. Since Marvin’s handcuffs were on the Starkist Man, the Heinken Lady was told to sit on a chair and wait for the police. When the Heineken Lady heard the word “police” she became very upset and fell down on the backroom floor and started crying hysterically. As she was crying, I noticed another customer was walking in the backroom. “What are you doing with my sister” she asked. When I told her we were waiting for the police, the sister joined Heineken Lady on the floor and started crying even more than the Heinken Lady.
As the two sisters continued to cry, our sleeping giant seemed to wake up. The Starkist Man said “You need to get them ladies off the floor”. At which point Marvin, the security guard, shook his head and said “If they want to get up, that is fine, but I am not helping them get up”. This seemed to make the Starkist Man very mad.
Being handcuffed to the meat cooler door, he started yanking on the door and screaming he was going to kick Marvin’s butt when he got loose. At this time the first police officer arrived in the backroom. When he saw the Heineken Lady and her sister crying on the floor, and the giant Starkist Man about to rip the meat cooler door off its hinges….he called for backup.
What happened next was like the scene in Christmas Vacation, when the police raid Clark Griswald’s house at the end of the movie. Police officers started showing up everywhere, through both doors of the backroom, through the meat prep room, through the produce prep room, the deli prep room and even pounding on the backdoor.
About four officers approached the Starkist Man, they turned him around and started to uncuff him from the meat cooler door. As they took the handcuffs off, they told the Starkist Man…”If you move in a hostile way, we will treat that as an act of aggresion and we will hurt you”. The Starkist Man started to calm down, and was escorted to an awaiting police car. Another officer grabbed the Heineken Lady.
As we all walked to the front of the store, I noticed the parking lot. It looked like the end of a Die Hard movie, at least 10 police cars with their lights going, heck even the K-9 unit had arrived. As I watched them leave the store, I noticed my customer still standing at my register…”Its about time you came back ” she said. Later that night, the store manager called to check up on me, I told him about the Starkist Man and Heineken Lady, and he said…..”So you had a normal night”…as I hung up the phone…… I thought if this is a normal night….I do not want to see this place when things get really crazy.
Wow… this makes me glad I joined the Army instead of becoming a grocer.
Hello jellygator….thanks for the visit. My son was in the grocery business and now he is in the AirForce…..he agrees with you…the grocery is no match for serving in the armed forces. Thanks for the comment.
Funny and enjoyable but in that case i would not like to be a M.O.D, i would not like to imagine what would have happened if you tried to take down the guy who looked like an offensive lineman for the Washington Redskins all by yourself. I enjoyed reading this.
Hey dwachira ….this was my first real job….so I figured most jobs were like this…lots of excitement….and dealing with criminals on a regular basis…..later after leaving that store…I realized that I started in one of the most dangerous and crime filled stores in the area my company had stores in. But I learned some very valuable lessons at that store.
I couldn’t pass this title up. I am glad I read this. It is hilarious!
Hey tammyswallow….glad the title was able to reel you in….glad you enjoyed my first night as M.O.D. ….thanks for the visit and the comment
Enjoyed this funny story, what a first night!!
Hey weestro….thanks for stopping by and for the comment.
If that was a normal night, I don’t think I would have ever returned to work again! Oh boy! Thanks for the great laugh… I am picturing the Starkist man all big and buff and threatening. Ironic though – how is a man threatening with tuna in a can!
Hey Barbergirl28…..I survived almost two years in that store…..that night was one of the crazier nights….but there were many more that came close to that night. It made the rest of my grocery career much easier when I got out of that store. Thanks for reading my story and for the nice comment.