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Yyyep.

So I did something good on Monday.
I was working, as I am wont to do, at Circuit City. I was helping customers and such, answering a phone call and getting keys to open one of the game cases, when a guy (it's habit to say "gentleman" when referring to customers, I had to stop myself) wandered by and snagged two PS2s by the straps of their security devices. Thinking that this was a little strange, I followed him around the corner to see him also holding straps wrapping two XBox bundles.
"We have carts, I can grab you one if you like." I tell him.
He gives me a squinty look and replies "No, that's okay."
Lugging four systems, he starts walking towards the front of the store. I'm trying to help a few people, but I keep my eyes on him and look up something for the gentleman on the phone. At the front of the store he turns in the direction of the registers, but near the side set of doors, glances back to see me behind him before bolting on through the exit.
This sort of thing has happened before, and thinking that I'm going to see a getaway car and possibly get a license plate number, I followed him. Outside it's dark, and he's running along the wall to the south side of the store, so I keep up the pursuit on around the corner, but the guy just keeps running. Halfway across the parking lot, one of the PS2s frees itself from its security and lands on the asphalt, I snag it up and keep running. Suddenly I remember the gentleman on the phone.
Running and panting, "Are you still there, sir?"
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry, we are actually completely out of Nintendogs right now."
This is customer service at its finest.
The kid darts up the snowy hill behind our store, and across the street, almost getting hit by a couple of cars. At this point I hesitate several seconds, thinking that I should head back, until I see a break in the cars, and realize how far I've gone and how truly pissed I am at this moron.
"Fuck it." I say out loud to no one, and dart out across the street. The kid starts running up a hill in between a fence and railing on a high ledge overlooking another parking lot. He's starting to slow down, and I realize half the reason I'm still chasing him is that he actually looks scared. He keeps glancing back to see me following him, and stumbling.
"Just drop it!" I yell, in a tone that implies the words "...you idiot!"
So he does.
He looks over the ledge before tossing the rest of his payload, which falls about a story before thudding onto the pavement. I look after him for a moment, but remember that I probably shouldn't have been chasing this kid in the first place. Having the stuff back isn't bad, so I don't follow him.
I made my way down to the lot and picked up the systems before heading back to the store. The way back seemed much longer. The security straps kept digging in to my fingers and I kept having to adjust the weight, no wonder the kid was having such a hard time with them. What a fucking idiot.
And he didn't rape me, that's the best part. (hehe)
I got back to the store, and all the employees and customers that had seen me run out after the guy saw me walking back in with all four systems. They all started clapping and cheering, and I turned bright red.
I was shaking, but Candi was already calling the cops, which made me feel better. I had done my part, the rest was under control.
Each of the managers relayed the story to eachother and I got congratulations ("...though of course we don't want you to risk your safety.") from each of them. Circuit has a good policy about stopping thieves, and I'll probably get a reward from the company, but management also offered to buy me lunch the next day.
The next day, since lunch is on them, I decide to splurge a little and go somewhere I don't usually go, because it's a little more expensive than it's worth. I walk in, and there are two people behind the counter, a boy and a girl. The boy looks at me once as I walk in, and then looks away the whole rest of the time I'm there. It's him.
I wanted to reach across the counter and ring his fucking neck. I wanted to say something snide, something stupid, something that would probably get people to find me after work and hurt me. I wanted to get him fired.
He tried to look busy while the girl helped me, tried to look like he wasn't avoiding my stare. After I ordered I realized that I had forgotten my money, so I ran back to Circuit to get it. When I got back, the girl was there, but he was nowhere in sight.
While she was ringing me up I told her that he looked familiar, like maybe we had gone to school together, and asked what his name was. She told me, and I shrugged and left.
I don't know why someone would be so stupid as to try to steal from a place so close to their work, but if you start thinking like a complete idiot, it starts to make some semblance of sense. Get off work, pick up a few things, head home. Seriously. I also really don't know if they'll be able to do anything. I want to watch the footage from our camera system to see if we can get a pretty good ID, but I really don't know if it would mean anything to the police. I do know that if he ever shows up there again I can get management and tell him to leave.
You've really got to wonder about me heading straight to him, though. I know that he looked familiar when I saw him with the systems, and I know I've seen him working at the eats place before. Either it was a great big coincidence, or my unconscious mind was leading me to where I had seen him, either one wouldn't really surprise me. I love thinking about those things, though.
Anyway, that's all, no punchline, no true ending yet, but I'll post if anything comes of it.

I'm slowly learning, I'll figger it out...

I want to write, but lately I have a problem thinking of what to write. I know this is for two reasons, the first being that I write most and best when I'm sad, and the Erin has been keeping me from hitting very low at all; The second of course being that if I write, I'm going to write about how happy she makes me instead, and at current I'm too giddy to know or tell anyone how I truly feel, except perhaps her directly.

I will say that she is simply amazing, sweet, beautiful, cute, insanely good to me, insanely good for me, and that-- being the paranoid person I am-- she terrifies me, because I definitely don't want to hurt or be hurt anymore.

Anywho, I came across something interesting that I might have written, if I'd been given a stroke of genius. It is hidden in the center of a book by Neil Gaiman called American Gods, and as a person who has a hard time believing in anything, as a general rambling it is very me...

( Check it out if you like )

And here I am.
Okay, El Jay, show me what you're made of!
I'm made of cheese... mostly.

I made this account to read up on all of the adoreable Erin's ramblings, though I've been considering creating one to keep up with the Bird for quite a while anyway.
I'll probably end up posting every once in a while, whether 'tis read or not... and so it begins.