While working at a department store in high school, I would occssionally catch shop lifters. Once I confronted a family, yes family, that I saw lifting a bunch of steering wheel covers, air freshners, etc. - amazing what people will steal.
The department head was with me, an older woman, when confronted they got very beligerent. The son, he was probably my age but about 1/2 my weight, came charging at me. I grabbed him and he twisted, setting up for a perfect hip toss. Brought my inside leg around, gave the boy a twist and a jerk and literally sent him flying into a wall of paint cans. About half the cans came off the wall, busting open as they hit the floor sending paint everywhere.
This happened in an instant, then I realized what I had done. Did not know what to expect next but figured I was in major doo-doo. To my surprise the boy got up, and started running, along with the rest of the faimly, to the front of the store. The police arrived just as they were leaving as they had been called when the family started getting confrontational. They saw people running from the store, one with wet paint on him, and thought it looked suspicous. They got the family. Turns out they had also stolen a bunch of clothes, tapes and other stuff that was crammed in thier pants. A search of the car turned up a lot of other stolen stuff from other stores.
My reward, I got to clean up the paint mess - my first lesson from corporate America.
