On the way out from the Tinseltown parking lot last night, Leah, Day & myself witnessed a rather odd thing. Two guys in a large black SUV in front of us were having some problems getting their ticket read by the machine at the gate. Rather than call over the attendent (who was perhaps 12 feet directly in front of them), the passenger got out, yanked the gate out of the way(breaking it in the process), and drove on. The attendent, meanwhile, was hurriedly and excitedly shouting into his walkie-talkie to get some security down to the car park and shouting for them to stop. They didn’t of course, but I image he got their plates. Day then got out, moved the now broken gate out of the way, and we drove out also.
Crazy!
Wow. I guess last night was a big night for law breakers. Lauren and I were on our way into Virgin using the Robson Street enterance when something happened. We passed a guy standing at the alley (he looked rather down and out) and then just as we got to the entrance, whose doors were all wide open, a guy came out with about 6 or 10 CDs in his hand. He was walking, but a little quicker than most people do, and I heard the alarm go off just as he was exiting. He got about 4 feet out the door then ran over to the guy we passed who was standing at the alley, gave hime the CDs then they went their separate ways, calmly. If only I’d realized a little sooner what was going on I could have caught the guy. He was about Lauren’s size, so I could have taken him, and he looked harmless. Oh well, serves Virgin right for not having better security I guess.
Wow. I guess last night was a big night for law breakers. Lauren and I were on our way into Virgin using the Robson Street enterance when something happened. We passed a guy standing at the alley (he looked rather down and out) and then just as we got to the entrance, whose doors were all wide open, a guy came out with about 6 or 10 CDs in his hand. He was walking, but a little quicker than most people do, and I heard the alarm go off just as he was exiting. He got about 4 feet out the door then ran over to the guy we passed who was standing at the alley, gave hime the CDs then they went their separate ways, calmly. If only I’d realized a little sooner what was going on I could have caught the guy. He was about Lauren’s size, so I could have taken him, and he looked harmless. Oh well, serves Virgin right for not having better security I guess.
The security at Virgin is akin to car alarms. It is almost always going off as they have the doors and alarm gates so close to all the merchandise that people are always setting them off when the walk past. As a result, every time they go off the staff seem to ignore them. I find it rather odd.
The security at Virgin is akin to car alarms. It is almost always going off as they have the doors and alarm gates so close to all the merchandise that people are always setting them off when the walk past. As a result, every time they go off the staff seem to ignore them. I find it rather odd.
Seems to be like that at a lot of places though. I always remember the old Duthies (oh, so sad that they’re gone) down on granville where the alarms went off almost whenever anyone left the store.
Seems to be like that at a lot of places though. I always remember the old Duthies (oh, so sad that they’re gone) down on granville where the alarms went off almost whenever anyone left the store.
I used to work at that Duthies. I was constantly being robbed, book by book. Most of the smart ones would just walk around the side of the detectors (which was easy to do). Manhattan Books (also a Duthies at the time) up the street were staffed by a bunch of lunatics that took it upon themselves to apprehend and document (photographed, etc.) all the shoplifters they could find. It was amazing. The wall behind the counter looked like a police wanted wall. We had too many people down the street the store to handle it. Manhattan had a certain kind of clientelle, so it was easier to track the customers. At Duthies we had everybody, everybody, everybody. I used to go to the used book store on Granville on my lunch break sometimes to see which books I should take out of inventory. Apparently there are corner vendors in New York where you can ask for a book and the response is – “not right now, but come back in an hour”
I used to work at that Duthies. I was constantly being robbed, book by book. Most of the smart ones would just walk around the side of the detectors (which was easy to do). Manhattan Books (also a Duthies at the time) up the street were staffed by a bunch of lunatics that took it upon themselves to apprehend and document (photographed, etc.) all the shoplifters they could find. It was amazing. The wall behind the counter looked like a police wanted wall. We had too many people down the street the store to handle it. Manhattan had a certain kind of clientelle, so it was easier to track the customers. At Duthies we had everybody, everybody, everybody. I used to go to the used book store on Granville on my lunch break sometimes to see which books I should take out of inventory. Apparently there are corner vendors in New York where you can ask for a book and the response is – “not right now, but come back in an hour”
Oh you know what? I actually never worked at the Granville one. I was always in denial that it existed, it seemed like such a waste of energy at the time. I actually worked at the “flagship” Robson store (and then later up on 10th).
Oh you know what? I actually never worked at the Granville one. I was always in denial that it existed, it seemed like such a waste of energy at the time. I actually worked at the “flagship” Robson store (and then later up on 10th).