Security Guard: MATT.
Me: What
Security Guard: What the hell is wrong with you?
Me: Oh, let me list the ways
Security Guard: Do not touch patrons’ personal belongings!
Me: what
Security Guard: Under no circumstances are you granted the authority to move patrons’ stuff around.
Me: What are you talking about?
Security Guard: 5 minutes ago! You took that box over to security for lost & found.
Me: Yeah. Because it was a random box of junk in my department.
Security Guard: You don’t get to decide who gets to keep their stuff around.
Me: You’re right, I don’t. When people leave personal belongings lying around it’s policy to take it to lost and found.
Security Guard: You’re missing the point here. I already knew about that box.
Me: Congratulations.
Security Guard: And I notified your supervisor that the patron was returning for it.
Me: Cool, well nobody told me. Every patron in the room denied owning the box, so I took the appropriate action.
Security Guard: No you did not! You come find me!
Me: I went to a different security guard, so even by your reckoning I did the right thing.
Security Guard: Just… stop. Don’t do that again.
Me: I promise you that I will.
Security Guard: Are we gonna have a problem?
Me: You tell me!
Security Guard hasn’t really talked to me since.
I can tell you are heartbroken.
God, you know me so well. I just can’t get out of this pit of despair.