First time witnessing a supermarket theft

I often visit the supermarket, but it is the first time I have seen a supermarket theft today.

I had seen it once before, but not surely, of a girl, standing between two shelves, in a panic drinking exactly the same drink as it was on the shelf, but I walked over without a word.

There are a few hundred yuan of pickup cards in my hand, and I can only spend in this "good runjia" supermarket, otherwise, I will not be willing to go far and far to run here! I live next to not no supermarket, and the same is a big supermarket, I usually go there to buy, 300 meters. I don't care if the long life of the far supermarket is, I hope that the more prosperous it is, the better.

I went to the third floor of "Haorunjia" with some lack of energy, and the floor was full of things that could not be eaten, such as pots and bowls and daily necessities for washing and descaling, and the second floor was fish, meat, vegetables and fruits and other things that entered the mouth. But on the second floor, he won't let you go directly in, you need to go to the third floor from west to east and run a full field before taking the elevator down to the second floor. This is also the strategy of the operator, if you are ready to go to the second floor to buy seasonal fruits, after the third floor suddenly remembered that there is still a delicate glass plate with fruits at home, and found that here, you are not burning mold charcoal here to buy it!

Usually, I mostly rush by the third floor, I never call for skin care products, shampoo or whatever, and I use fragrant soap for bathing. But the waiter there is very enthusiastic, if one day a spirited old man - that is, I passed there, it is really a bit like a spirited emperor into the harem, the flowers are trembling, all come up to greet you! Some eyebrows are affectionate, some are whispering softly, fortunately Lao Tzu has seen the world and has not been steamed by this face. If I had forgotten to shave that day and dressed old again, that bunch of beauties. So I talked to myself about their days. Today, I am mentally weak, and I have worn an old kacker cloth dress with hairy cuffs and more than thirty years of service, so naturally there is no half a beautiful woman to close the edge. I was going to buy a bag of laundry detergent to go, and the tooling of the descendants had to be changed every day, so the washing powder was not used; at the same time, I wanted to consume the pickup card as soon as possible, saving me more time.

When I first wandered around the third floor, I found a big aunt who was about the same age as me and carried a red bag. Uncle paid attention to her because she was disabled, limping between shelves, looking at the goods.

I'm not a womanizer, and she doesn't have a "color" to be attracted to. It is neither temperamental nor charming. The only thing was her lameness, and there were some inexplicable wanderings. What exactly does she want to buy? By the time I took a bag of laundry detergent and turned my head, she was gone. At this time, I went to take the inclined elevator, ready to go to the second floor to buy food, and suddenly found that she had just got off the elevator and was still in the middle of the elevator. At this time, I found a strange scene: she was arbitrarily unifying things in her trouser pockets on both sides. It was all about napkins and the like on both sides of the elevator, and it wasn't until she saw me majestically on the landing that she entered the "sweeping project": she couldn't tell how many toothbrushes were stuffed into the big trouser pocket on the right. As for whether the left side is stuffed with napkins or the diapers are not wet, I don't know, but the toothbrush on the right side is undoubtedly! But there are no toothbrushes on both sides of this slope, which should be the "tofu Xishi" business done when the beautiful women are clustered together on the third floor. When the thief was against ethics, so there was still some panic, so when I left the elevator and stepped on the flat floor on the second floor, I saw her empty red bag dangling, only one side, how not to shake.

To determine if she was really stealing today, I decided to follow her. I pretended to choose the goods, and she also pretended to wander between some counters, and then saw that she had bought a handful of small dishes and put them in a red bag as a cover, and went to the cash register to check out. Supermarkets generally pass through the cashier counter, and there is another level: the main exit will give you an electronic body search. There used to be people on duty here, but I don't know if I have recently felt that people's consciousness has improved or what, anyway, I "checked the post" twice, and I was unattended.

Fortunately, when I came to the cash register, she had not escaped because there was someone in front of me. But instead of going to the dollhead cashier she was with, I chose the cashier at the next one. Not being able to get too close to her, so as not to startle the snake in the grass, and afraid of "curiosity to kill the cat", he went to the cashier of another non-doll-headed woman and stared at her from a distance. I looked over there as I checked out. She had checked out and she walked out of the cash register smoothly. Then I said to the woman who checked me out, "I'm paying attention to that old mother," and she smirked, this kind of joke always gives people infinite fun, but obviously she misunderstands me. I hurried to clear all the distractions in her brain with one sentence, "I'll see if you can check what she stole." "As soon as my voice dropped, the vertical plates on both sides of the general exit over there lit up with red lights and at the same time issued a warning call. The old mother hesitated for a moment, then stomped over and disappeared behind the wall at once—on the other side of the wall was a beveled elevator down to the first floor. Going down to the first floor, it is equivalent to leaving the supermarket, because the first floor is full of merchants that do not belong to the supermarket: children's game consoles, sand dune piles, haircuts, watches.

The doll-headed girl was burying her head in work, and when the alarm sounded she rushed out, shouting, and disappeared to the other side of the wall.

After about a few minutes of touching, she returned, seemingly fruitless. The waitress who checked out for me said sadly: "I have to deduct money again, and my salary is not much, alas!" "I thought: Old Mother must be a 100-meter sprint!" After limping out of the cashier's sight, he became Wang Junxia. How to run so fast? Will you hide in the toilet?

It seems that the old mother has done her homework before. She has no physical disability, but her character is disabled.