I’m angry now. I’ve had a little lie down, breathed the anxiety away for today.
I went to the supermarket. Haven’t done food shopping in a while. It’s not something I enjoy but hey it has to be done.
I’m probably two thirds of the way down my list when the yelling starts. Before I know what’s happening a guy tears down the aisle I’m in and flies past me. I was aware of someone yelling out ‘stop him’ but my instinct was to stand aside. No way I could stop him and I did not want to get injured myself though none of that came into my head instantly – it was pure reflex to get the heck out of his way.
So much screaming, so much running. The staff were amazing. They barricaded the entrance with a trolley snake and ran along the ends of the aisles, yelling, til he was hemmed in. Like police they had him lie face down, then four of them dragged him to the delivery bay, at the side of the shop away from those of us stuck near the checkouts.
Running stopped but yelling continued, from him. That drug crazed sound that comes from the locked room off St Vinnie’s Emergency, on a Saturday night…so scary, so sad.
Those of us locked in the shop all seem to float along, continue taking things from shelves. Surreally I put my goods on the conveyor belt, enough for today. The cashier scanned them expressionlessly, stopping now and then and staring – ‘is it over?’ and as another worker walked by ‘have the police been called?’. Me ‘I just want to get out of here, I didn’t even finish my shopping’.
A fairly short policeman runs in. Only one? And don’t they have a height code? I seem to be leaving in slow motion, and then I see the crowd in the mall. Do they want to shop or were they watching and listening? Surely that barricade will stay up for a while yet, til the policeman has done what he came for.
I imagine reinforcements are on the way…
Great team work by the supermarket staff. Well done.