Saturday 1493 – 17th Dec 2011
Todays blog was going to be cheerful and light but then this happened ………..
At about 5.30 or so this evening I popped out to buy milk and The Guardian at my local village store . Milk in hand I walked over to the bread/cake area; 2 small aisles that face each other. As I turned the corner I saw 3 youngsters, backs slightly bent, shoulders hunched and I immediately sensed that I’d walked into something .
Before I’d taken another step the blonde chubby one pushed something inside his green jacket and pulling up the zip halfway he turned and came face to face with me. He wore thick black glasses, had a ruddy complexion and looked terrified. He was probably 13. The other 2 hurried away but he was caught in the headlights of my stare.
Neither of us wanted this encounter. Both of us knew we shared the same secret. I had a moment to decide. I could do nothing, I could call a member of staff or I could tell him to put it back and go.
It wasn’t really a decision it was a reaction.
My heart thumped as, moving towards him, I quietly but forcefully said – I think you had better put that back and go.
Moving away from me towards one of the upright freezer cabinets he whispered over and over again – please don’t tell anyone, please, please.
I followed repeating – put it back and go now .
He pulled something from under his jacket and slid open the door of the freezer, put the something in and backed away this time out of the door. Our eyes were locked together throughout this encounter which probably lasted less than a minute.
It was only after he’d gone that I realised what he was trying to steal; a large packet of about 30 assorted sausage rolls. Was he hungry? Had I stopped him having a meal that night? Should I have called a member of staff? The look of real fear in his eyes was what stopped me, I think. Why weren’t they more attentive?
It’s more likely he was doing it because he could, because he was with a few other lads and it seemed exciting. Have I added to his kudos by allowing him to get away? Will he be the “big man” now?
Did my action or omission make me as bad as him? or did I give him a 2nd chance? maybe a fright big enough to stop him doing it again?
Did I prevent a mother, father, maybe brothers and sisters from having their Christmas ruined?
Did I put myself at risk? Could they have been waiting for me outside?
If I see him around the village again will I say anything to him?
Probably yes knowing me…..
Whatever I might think now about what I should have done, in that moment I did what seemed like the right thing to do.
What would you have done?
Ending on a lighter note I thought I’d share a few of the photographs I’ve taken with my new and first ever macro lens which arrived this week. Enjoy..
Saturday Girl signing off til next week…Christmas Eve and a rather special one it will be… ( though it might be a bit late getting to you all…)