Some of you will have heard this story before...
When I worked for Iceland, we had a 'regular' lifter - a chap of about 80, thick specs, two hearing aids, two sticks and one of those mobility scooters. He'd park the scooter outside, shuffle in, shuffle round and help himself to a packet of scones or a Madeira cake. If we spotted him doing it, we just told him to put it back - the local bobby said he'd never get taken to court if we pressed charges, as he was so old and infirm.
So one day he came in and my boss and I were keeping an eye on him from where we were shelf filling, and we saw him pick up two things, then we lost sight of him and saw him pay for one and amble out to the scooter. Then, on the other side of the plate glass window, we watched him remove the Madeira cake from inside his coat and put it in the basket on the front, and get in (it was one of those with a big zip up hood on it). So we both went outside, to get the stuff back. My boss went round the side of the scooter to unzip it and challenge him, while I stood in front.
He looked me in the eye, 'gunned' the handlebars and drove straight at me!
Luckily I was able to shift in time, or I'd have been flattened - it wasn't one of those lightweight fold up ones, it would have been pretty heavy! We watched in amazement as he made his getaway up the busy pavement, people scattering out of his way!
We joked that we should get a scooter ourselves, paint it white, and put a blue light on it, for chases....