Recently, Sears is apparently imploding, and while talking about it closing, it brought to mind my own experiences in retail, back in the early 1990’s. Folks suggested they might like to hear some of these stories, so here we go. I suspect I’ll just write one story at a time, and post them here if folks enjoy the first ones.
Some background:
In the early 1990’s, I was a teenager in the suburbs of Philadelphia. One summer, I needed a job, and a buddy had recently gotten one at the local K-Mart. I figured, “Hey, I can work there and hang out with Josh, and earn some money.” It was a solid plan. I was 16. In retrospect, when thinking about our actions as 16 year old kids, I believe that I was functionally retarded. Some (many) of these stories involve me being an idiot. (In a more primitive, less profound manner than my current, adult-level idiocy)
In the early 1990’s, K-Mart was less trashy than it is now. But it was still trashy. I believe that back in the 80’s it was a reasonably respectable store, and there were kind of remnants of that? For instance, there was a little restaurant place at the front where you could get sandwiches and stuff, and I vaguely recall getting a hot dog there when I was a really little kid, but at this point in K-Mart’s operation I don’t even recall it being open. I kind of think it was, but it was like food you’d get at a gas station. Not a place like Sheetz, but like, a hot-dog that’s been rotating on a machine for perhaps months if not years. Not things you would want to eat. There were pictures of food and stuff up on the walls, which were clearly from the 60’s and 70’s, if not earlier. The place had a distinctly “old” feel to the place, and not in a good way. The store itself was essentially that old, slowly rotating hot-dog. Maybe if you were really hungry, or drunk, you’d eat it. But no one was really going out of their way to get one.
The store was populated by a cast of characters who could only be described as “Colorful.” I’ll get to the highlights, but first, I will start off with Pete.
Pete: Backroom Stockboy
There were a few different groups that worked at the store. Some worked up front, some worked in the back. I worked up front, working in customer service, working the register, stuff like that. Pete worked in the back, where I honestly have no idea what they really did. I think a lot of drugs, which I mention not something which differentiated them at all from those of us working in the front, but is simply the only thing that I know they did. Also, they had a gigantic cardboard box compacter which was also periodically used to crush things which were not cardboard. It was like an early version of “Will it Blend?”
Anyway, one thing that both folks in the front and the back got tasked with, was retrieving shopping carts from the parking lot. This was usually a pretty cush job, as you didn’t have to talk to customers, and really just involved wandering around the parking lot while smoking cigarettes. Also, you got bungie-cords, which were used to connect the carts together as you stacked them and pushed them back to the store. Remember this. It is key.
Pete was a kind of fat kid, who always wore T-Shirts with various bands on them, usually with his belly hanging out. You know, metallica, AC-DC, etc. Sometimes wolves howling at the moon. He wore glasses, and had a mullet. So imagine that, with a red K-Mart vest.
One day, I’m out front getting carts from the parking lot. I’ve been taking my time, and had just brought a bunch of them back from the lot and pushed them into little corral thing where they sat next to the store. I didn’t really feel like going in and doing work at a register, and figured I could just kind of slack off before anyone really noticed, so I was chilling out there smoking a cigarette. This was right next to the door of the store.
All of a sudden, the door opens, and some dude starts booking it out of the store, carrying a box (I don’t totally recall what it was… I want to say a radio or boombox or something). I, being the idiot kid I was, just kind of watch this happen, thinking, “that guy seems to be in a hurry.” From inside the store I recall hearing Raj (one of the front managers, I’ll talk about later) yelling, “Stop that guy!”
All of a sudden, Pete comes rushing out the door. Pete is not fast. Pete is “husky”. Pete looks over at me, and at the guy running away. Now, Pete usually had bungie cords on him, rather than using the ones that those of us up front shared when we needed to get carts. He had them hanging around his neck. I think maybe there were other “back of the store” tasks that required them, but as we said, I have no idea about that. Anyway, he takes a bungie cord from around his neck, and swinging it like a south american cowboy swinging a set of bolos, just whips it at this guy running away.
What happened next is something that seems fantastical. But it did in fact happen. I saw it happen with my own eyes.
The bungie cord flew through the air, maybe 20 feet, and hit this guy in the back of the neck. Then it wrapped around the guy’s head, and the two hook pieces eventually smacked him right in the face. The guy screamed, tripped, and fell on his (bungie wrapped) face. Pete trundled after him like an bear wearing a tiny jacket in a circus, leaped into the air, and brought his considerable girth down upon the poor thief.
Pete then grabbed the guy’s arms, pulled him up, and started pushing him back towards the store. The guy wasn’t even fighting at this point. He was stunned, and all messed up from tripping on the pavement and then having Pete crush him into it. I just watched all this happen, awe-struck.
As they passed me, I said, “Holy SHIT Pete! That was fucking amazing!” Pete was beaming. This was his finest fucking hour. Hell, that may have literally been the crowning achievement of his entire life. And it seriously was amazing. I don’t think he could have done that again if he tried, unless maybe practicing advanced bungie tricks was the thing they did in the back room all day.
Anyway, the guy was apparently trying to shoplift whatever it was he had. They held him there for a while while the cops showed up, who then took him away. This was not the only time I saw cops at K-Mart. Everyone was talking about how Pete caught the guy, and I told them about the bungie bolo toss, because I don’t think anyone would have believed Pete if he had told them. As I said, I think that was probably one of the greatest days of Pete’s life. He was a hero for that day, catching a thief, performing Achillean acts of athleticism.
And this was a thing that happened at K-Mart, in 1994.