2/5 Glenn P. 1 year ago on Google
One
of
my
preferred
Malls
in
the
Northern
Suburbs.
The
Mall
itself
is
always
clean,
and
there's
a
good
security
presence.
That
being
said;
I
was
accosted
by
the
security
after
one
of
the
stores
made
an
allegation
that
I
shoplifted.
I
think
anyone's
immediate
reaction
to
being
surrounded
by
security
would
be
more
than
just
slight
annoyance..
but
I
quietly
went
along
with
the
whole
proceeding.
They
didn't
make
a
scene
and
they
were
relatively
polite
when
they
escorted
me
to
their
control
room.
They
didn't
make
it
painfully
obvious
either.
Most
people
around
were
blissfully
unaware
of
what
was
transpiring,
which
speaks
to
the
"efficiency"
in
how
everything
was
handled.
If
people
could
tell
what
was
happening
then
it
would
have
made
for
some
awkward
conversation
at
my
church
on
Sunday.
My
only
criticism
comes
from
the
fact
that
the
officer
in
charge
asked
me
to
return
the
item
I
took
or
he
would
call
the
police.
Now..
you
don't
make
a
statement
like
that
unless
you're
absolutely
sure
someone
really
did
steal.
The
charge
only
arose
because
I
reached
into
my
breast
pocket
to
check
that
something
hadn't
fallen
out
after
I
had
crouched
over
at
a
[locked]
display
cabinet
in
the
store.
Apparently
its
a
crime
to
reach
into
your
pockets
when
you're
a
young
male
of
colour.
Either
that,
or
I'm
some
sort
of
magician
that
stole
products
through
a
[locked]
glass
display
and
quickly
hid
it
in
my
most
inconspicuous
pocket.
The
Centre
should
be
grateful
to
the
officer
in
charge
(I
didn't
get
his
name,
he
was
driving
the
Fidelity
VW
Golf).
He
was
a
gentleman
(excusing
his
aforementioned
indiscretion).
I
can
be
quite
short-tempered
and
would
have
absolutely
exploded
at
being
treated
like
a
criminal.
Him
setting
the
tone,
conducting
himself
politely,
and
apologizing
for
the
shop
assistant's
idiocy
really
helped
defuse
a
potentially
heated
situation.
I
suppose
they
get
good
training
or
their
policy
on
how
they
handle
these
situations
is
fairly
good.
For
the
record,
this
is
related
to
the
Tobacco/Cigar
store.
I
don't
even
know
what
it's
called.