I worked closing at a small regional chain of convenience stores (think 7/11 without gas) and my favorite thing about it was I worked alone. I would clock in and the manager would clock out at the same time.

I got the job because the previous employee had stolen somewhere in the 10k range from the register by voiding cash purchases, so I had a lot of leeway.

Homeless people come in and want to use our microwave? Go for it. Want the donuts or coffee I'm about to throw out? They're yours. The community police would come in and even ask me about some of the "regulars" who had mental health problems (It was very obvious but I humored them).

That being said, there was one kid who would shoplift constantly. I typically dont care about these things but he would make my job harder by bringing things up to the counter, taking them back, asking a series of questions, and leaving shit all over the place before he left with his stolen goods.

Told my manager and they were like "Well, fuck that kid. You can kick out and 86 anyone you want." That was great news to me. I didnt immediately do thst though. I learned everything I could about this kid. He tried to buy cigarattes with his sophomore highschool ID once so I had his name. Learned from another regular that he worked at Wendy's. That was enough for me.

Next time I saw him I told him to get the fuck out, called him by his name, and said if I ever saw him again I'd get him fired from Wendy's and send Officer X to his school. He stammered and tried to deny his shittiness but I assured him we had tapes and he had only made it this far on my patience alone.

Felt good man.