By Jerome Haller
As I stood at the security post on a recent Friday night, a man waited in line to pay for his goods. He wore a T-shirt that said. “I Got Out of Bed for This?”
The shirt provided the theme for my shift.
Thanks to a bout of insomnia, I got out of bed and arrived at the store 40 minutes early. The guard on duty smiled. “I’m really glad to see you,” he said. “Can you stand here for five minutes? I have to run to the store and buy some bread.”
I gladly agreed to perform the favor. Since replacing a guard who had dropped the F bomb on a cashier, he had been a team player. He arrived on time, helped tackle a perp, and gave me tips about would-be thieves and company policies.
So I stood at the post. Five minutes had passed. Nothing wrong with that. Then 10. Nothing wrong with that either. At the 20-minute mark, I started to fume. Why should I get fisted for doing someone a kind deed?
At that point, I saw the T-shirt.
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Posted on August 4, 2009