The Scooter Boys
A little push back is all it takes sometimes.
Ten minutes into his clothing shopping trip inside ZMart, Travis stood in the path of two high school boys riding scooters that were made for the elderly or handicap.
“Get out of our way,” the boy on the left said.
“Excuse me? Do either of you have a disability or are you just riding around hassling and terrorizing people?”
“Uh, uh. Get out of our way or we’ll run you down.”
Travis put the phone to his ear and said, “Yeah guys, troublemakers near Men’s clothing. Right, on camera 23 above shirts?” He turned around and pointed to the ceiling where the small black globe was shielding the security camera. Then he waved.
“Got it. Naa, don’t even worry about it. Just a couple of punks out for their kicks. Yeah, I’ll keep ‘em here. They’re not shopping for anything. Vagrants I think is the term. Probably pick ‘em up for vagrancy.”
The boys jumped off the scooters and ran towards the door, looking back only once.
“Well, that went easier than I thought,” Travis muttered to himself.
He stood on the side of one of the scooters and drove it back to the shopping cart area, went back and did the same for the second.
Travis finished his shopping and just as he was checking out, a man came up to him and said, “Not sure what you said to those two on the scooters, but thanks. They sure vacated in a hurry.”
Store Manager Ted handed Travis a ZMart gift card for $20 and said, “Next time, though, just inform someone at Customer Service so they can get us involved. We want a chance to earn our pay too.”
“Sure thing, Ted. Thanks for the gift card.”
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