Through almost all of 2010, this was the 3 AM phone call I dreaded. Luckily, I never got such a call, and the odds were low anyway. First off, all five stations I managed weren’t open 24/7, even though people could still buy gas with credit and debit cards all night. Second, none of the stations were in the ghetto.
If a ghetto quickie mart isn’t working its counter clerks behind bullet proof glass, then they’re liable for gross negligence, IMHO.
What’s most disconcerting here is how the cops got it so wrong. This is atypical of the usually on-the-ball SLPD.
P-D quotes the proprietor as saying of his customers, “they’re crazy here sometimes.”
Yeah, that’s what happens when your clientele is N’Deshawntavious, N’D'Mario, Boo, Nu’Keese, Quentric, Quintavious, Shitavious, Latrina, Aquanetta, Lemonjello, Orangejello, Euphemiette and Shuntrice.