No touchie!!!

Oh how some nights pass. Such as this one.

Because my store has the misfortune to not have a solid wall between the arcade section and the rest of the store, I get the occasional “peeker”. I have no idea what the hell these guys are after. What possible benefit will it lend them to peer through a curtain and racking to see into the rest of the store? Are they just curious? Or do they somehow hope that some porn starlet will wander into the store to use the arcade, but only if no one notices that they’ve entered the store like some erotic groundhog day?! Oh yeah buddy, there’s no problems with you using the arcade area as some sort of hunters blind.

Even if it wasn’t “mace-them-until-their-eyes-melt-out-of-their-sockets" and "then-tazer-them-until-crispy-golden-brown” behavior, it damages my damn store. I do not treasure those moments of having to re-attach the curtain to the ceiling. I do not find glee in repairing the rips and tears that grubby mitts have rent to allow an eyeful of shoppers. My day is not brightened by picking up movie boxes scattered across the floor. My mood is not the sweeter for having to stand back up a fallen fixture wall and assess the damage gravity and a hard floor have wrought upon humble metal.

Nonetheless, I had such a treat on a minor level. Some cock-socket had to press on the grid-wall to the extent that the stabilizing hooks were ripped from the ceiling. Oh yeah, goodie. It’s not like the wall actually fell, he didn’t do anything wrong. There’s no chance it might topple over on someone or that the store might suffer a financial loss due to damaged merchandise and fixtures. Sure, he offered to help set things in order, however, it’s not a quick or easy fix.

All because he can’t fucking resist staring out of the arcade like some steer in a cattle car headed to a stockyard.

I don’t need the heater, my rage keeps me warm.