“I’ll see you out in the street!” he shouted. Us shoppers and the checkout chicks and blokes looked on. The man had a huge gash on his head — dried — a dishevelled appearance and a dog chain in his hand. He repeated his threat to an unknown person in the liquor department, as Safeway people stood around and watched.
He stood back to let some people in, then said it again, mumbling about some injustice. Then he took his dog chain and swung it against a plastic bag recycle bin. It thumped threateningly. Seemingly unaware all eyes were on him, he sauntered out. Three Safeway blokes ran up to the door and locked it.
Has nobody called the cops, I wondered? The Safeway blokes waited a minute, looking out, then unlocked it and went outside to look. I paid for my groceries and warily wheeled out my trolley full of packed calico bags.
Yes, somebody had obviously called the cops. Three police cars were in carpark, and as I wheeled my trolley through, two more arrived, lights flashing, one left parked in the middle of the street, like in the cop shows.
The bloke may not be seeing much of the street tonight.
Five cop cars. I guess despite the occasional hiccup, it really is Safeway.