On another occasion earlier this year, I was waiting in line in the queue to the one operating checkout in the garden section of our local Bunnings when one of the horticulturists approached the person who is usually stationed at the entrance to greet customers arriving and departing, and occasionally checks their receipts.
I overhead him say “XXXX, I’ve got a job for you”. He proceeded to provide the description of a female customer and said that he had observed her place something in her handbag.
Whilst I was tempted to hang around to observe the outcome so as to satisfy my morbid sense of curiosity, I departed the store so I am unaware of what happened.
When the Cairns Central Shopping Centre opened some 20 years ago, they would have regular P.A. calls for security in section “XYZ”.
They had a blonde plainclothes store detective who would wear a backpack and carry a basket so as to appear as just another customer.
When I heard the P.A. calls and observed her moving past each aisle, I would sometimes follow her discretely so as to see just what was happening, but usually without anything to see.
It reminded me of the monthly article titled “Spy v Spy v Spy” in the Mad magazines we used to read as teenagers.
However, on a few occasions, I saw her escorting persons through an entrance at the rear of the store and telling them that she was going to take down their details, and after that, they would be banned from ever entering the store again.