Knives in Kiosks

A while ago, while at a shopping centre with my mother, she deserted me in front of a kiosk to enter the female shoe shop in front of it. I decided it was not all that bad, that I would innocently stand in front of the kiosk and pretend as though I was busy with something so that I would not look like a hopeless sop waiting for my mother to pick some more unaffordable shoes that would be stored in a place where there isn’t enough room for more shoes, that she would later not wear to any event because of my family’s lack of attending events hence lack of invitation.

There I stood, looking as seemingly normal as the status quo permits, when suddenly a thought which would eliminate all sources of my conformity appeared in my mind and filled my eyes with fear. At the back of the kiosk was a magnetic kitchenware board, and attached to it were over five knives, one more bigger and stronger than the other. No security camera nor employee guarded them. They remained there in public sight, capable of great harm.

After this sight I approached the front counter, and told an employee about it. She looked back at it in fear, her look suggested that she did not predict a psychopath with a mind and thought process like mine could come near the otherwise peaceful kiosk in which she worked at. She took another look at me, and nodded her head, claiming she will speak to her manager about it. I returned a week later, and the magnetic board was still in the same spot, with knives waiting for a criminal who forgot their weapons at home.

Now it has been several months since this crazy confrontation that scared an employee at the realization that her workplace makes murder easy. Today I visited the same shopping centre, and was shocked to find out that my words of precaution may have reached that kiosk which I did not visit, but it certainly did not reach the other kiosks in the centre, for as I was lining up to purchase a large carrot juice drink, the Asian lady serving me, who was using a large machete to slice a pineapple, had left the machete, at an easy reaching distance I might add, to move far away from it and clean the juicer. She did not pay any attention to the machete or the fact that she left it in front of me. In fact, nobody in the entire shopping centre for three consecutive minutes had paid attention to the fact that right in front of me, a stranger, was an easily accessible weapon of mass flesh penetration.

I stood there in awe. I stared from the machete to the lady, and to the machete again and back to the lady. In that moment of time, I could have grabbed the machete and threatened her for the contents of her cash register and left the complex without the carrot juice I had paid for – what a disaster.

In all seriousness, though, if you, my fellow reader, or any of your friends work at places where knives are easily accessible by customers, then please do not hesitate to keep them from us, and our reach. Knives are potential weapons and shopping centres are not restricted to mentally sane people. People of all sorts can access any public domain, and trouble is not usually attempted to be halted unless it already happens.

Remain aware, and refrain from making a psychopathic person’s endeavours blatantly simple. And really, if you hate your job and feel you are unsafe then do not leave machetes lying around so that strangers may publically decapitate you. Quit. Find another job that you enjoy, like making YouTube vlogs and monetizing your videos, thus earning roughly fifty cents to twelve dollars a month, depending on your video popularity. Be sure to talk about genitals, particularly female ones, and include pictures of them in your video thumbnail images. You’re welcome.