J. Cross, Manager
You walk back to the back of the store, pick up the phone, and then call the local police. The operator tells you it's not a problem, and they'll have someone over there in a minute to pick him up.
True to her word, you think. An officer shows up almost immediately, he looks at the homeless person, reprimands him and puts him in handcuffs. HE then tries to drag him to his feet, but finds the same problem. He turns the hobo over and sees that he is in-fact anchored to the floor with a chain and a railroad stake. HE rips it out of the ground and takes the man out of the store, and throws him in his squad car. While all this was going on, customers were looking on and you're employees went to the back to continue off-loading the truck.
Great, just fucking great, now there's a huge hole in the ground.
Its okay, I'll find someone to clean this urine up and fix the hole. You run to the back of the store to dictate a "Hole and Pee-pee" committee. But to your surprise, no one's in the warehouse. Maybe they stepped out to talk and slack off.
True to her word, you think. An officer shows up almost immediately, he looks at the homeless person, reprimands him and puts him in handcuffs. HE then tries to drag him to his feet, but finds the same problem. He turns the hobo over and sees that he is in-fact anchored to the floor with a chain and a railroad stake. HE rips it out of the ground and takes the man out of the store, and throws him in his squad car. While all this was going on, customers were looking on and you're employees went to the back to continue off-loading the truck.
Great, just fucking great, now there's a huge hole in the ground.
Its okay, I'll find someone to clean this urine up and fix the hole. You run to the back of the store to dictate a "Hole and Pee-pee" committee. But to your surprise, no one's in the warehouse. Maybe they stepped out to talk and slack off.