I was just visiting my favorite local comic book store, when I saw a car pull up next to the dumpster. I knew something was up. I walked by the car so I could get a physical I.D. on the driver for when he came into the store. I warned Alan and Sam and as he came in to sell some DVDs, I went outside and got all his license plate info.
When I came back inside, he began to leave when the metal detector went off. Sam called him over and asked if he had one of our items. He denied it, but I could see the outline of a DVD in his jacket. As he started to walk out, I slapped the side of his coat and felt the DVD. I blocked the door and asked him to remove the item. He actually tried to bargain with me! He said, "You caught me. I tried to steal something. If I give you my DVDs, will you let me go?"
"No way brother," I said, "I just want what you have taken." From a hole in his jacket, he pulled out a Young Indiana Jones Box Set ($85.99). ... Read More
"Have a seat" I pointed to the bench.
"Why?"
"Because we're going to have a little conversation about what we're going to do when the cops get here."
He shoved me out of the way and I yelled, "YOU ARE SO DEAD MOTHER FUCKER! WE'RE CALLING THE COPS AND WE HAVE ALL YOUR INFORMATION!!! FUCK YOU DUDE! SERIOUSLY, GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!"
When I came back into the store, I put on John Parr's theme to St. Elmo's Fire (Man in Motion) and I proceeded to belt out the lyrics as I took a few laps around. I waved my arms in the air and proclaimed myself a hero.
Over
And over
And over
I always knew I was a crime-figher at heart!