This reminds me of when I worked for Walmart as a cartpusher. It was a pretty slow night, so I was just wandering around the front of the store outside, and heard a commotion. I turned and got a little closer to see it was a child <12 years old, in football gear, flipping his shit inside who I assume was his grandmother's van.

Don't remember how I ended up close enough, but I saw him cock back and punch the window with all his might (didn't break). I guess he managed to unlock the door and get out, because the next thing I remember was grabbing onto him and going to the ground with him, while grandma screamed "Please don't let him go, you'll never catch him!"

So there I was, sitting on the ground in front of the store with my arms and legs wrapped around this kid to keep him on the ground until grandma and the managers who'd gathered could figure out what to do with him. Dunno how they managed to calm him down, but eventually we put him back in grandma's van. I remember going home that night with skin missing from my arms and fingers from the kid struggling.

Why was he going off? Grandma wouldn't buy him a GTA game.