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Somewhere in the polished aisles of a Waitrose outlet in Clapham Junction, between the quinoa and the artisan focaccia, their veteran worker of 17‑years-of-service made the fatal mistake of caring about shoplifting (The Times 06 April 2026). Walker Smith, age 54, decided to do something about it. Not too much, mind you — just enough to try to stop a man strolling out with a bag full of Lindt bunnies, presumably to resell them on the thriving black market for illicit Swiss confectionery and fuel a drug habit.
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And for this act of reckless heroism, this unsanctioned display of vertebrae, he was promptly marched out the back door by the bins. Because nothing says “thank you for nearly two decades of loyal service” quite like a perfunctory escort past the recycling.
Waitrose, ever the voice of calm corporate wisdom, assures us that this is all for the greater good. You see, they have a policy. A very important policy. A policy so sacred that Moses himself would have needed a clipboard to carry it down the mountain. The policy states, in essence: if someone is stealing from the store, you must stand there, smile politely, and let them. Perhaps offer them a bag-for-life. Maybe a card application form. But under no circumstances may you attempt to stop them, because that would be dangerous.
Violent Escalation
Dangerous, you ask? Oh yes. According to Waitrose, shoplifters are essentially apex predators. Wolves in hoodies. Hyenas with tote bags. One wrong move and a partner (their worker) could be hospitalised, or worse — forced to fill out an incident report. And so, in the name of safety, the company has adopted a stance of serene, pacifist surrender. A sort of retail Geneva Convention, where the only war crime is trying to prevent one.
You might be thinking that someone was injured. But.. but.. wait for it – it’s coming: The bag of Lindt bunnies broke during the struggle and the shoplifter escaped. Smith confirmed that he threw one of the broken bunnies towards shopping trollies “out of frustration”. No one was struck or risked injury. But in Waitrose’s world of HR language, that ‘actus reus‘ is translated into “violent escalation”. Well ‘we’ can’t have workers throwing objects around in frustration, they must have thought. Yuh know – imagine it, ‘One day some customer could be hit in the eyes and we’d be sued for millions. – Lindt bunnies are no exception!‘
Like under Stalin
But rules are rules. And if there is one thing modern corporations adore, it is a rule so rigid it could be used to prop up a collapsing mezzanine. Context? Irrelevant. Intent? Immaterial. Seventeen years of spotless service? A charming anecdote for the farewell card they didn’t give him.
The message is clear: you may devote your life to the company, but the moment you lay a finger on a shoplifter’s tote bag, you become a liability. And liabilities must be removed swiftly, discreetly, and preferably near the bins.
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Meanwhile, theft continues “every hour of every day,” but that’s fine. Perfectly fine. Because Waitrose has decided that the true enemy is not the person stealing £200 of chocolate, but the employee who momentarily forgot he was meant to be a decorative plant.
The way ahead
And so we arrive at the moral of the story: in the modern British supermarket, the safest thing you can do is nothing. Absolutely nothing. Stand still. Smile. Let the Lindt flow freely into the night. After all, nothing they sell is worth risking a life for — except, apparently, the life of the policy itself, which must be protected at all costs, even if it means discarding the people who upheld the place for nearly two decades.
If Kafka had written about retail, he’d have struggled to make it this absurd.
