Couple takes Homeless man shopping, cashier sees their cart and calls 911. Harry had a funny feeling since the trio walked into the store. He didn't normally pay much attention to shoppers, but there was something eye-catching about them. He didn't want to judge, but he just felt like something was off. The cashier had no idea that his gut was right; alarm bells would go off in his head when they tried to pay. His eyes narrowed as he watched them carefully, even though the homeless man had accompanied them. He saw the man from the couple take the lead. What were they doing? He'd seen modest shopping before, and this definitely wasn't that. The man loaded all sorts of things into the cart that most people considered a luxury. He watched on the security camera as the man put prawns, lobster, and other expensive items that the cashier only had every few months. Something didn't add up. What were they playing at?

He kept a keen interest in the trio as he helped ring up other customers, but his eyes would linger on the monitor as they made their way down the aisles, not slowing down with a cart loading. Harry noticed that the route they were taking would put them right by his counter. They were getting closer by the minute and would eventually be by the front door and his counter. Were they going to try and dash out with the items? That didn't make much sense, but he knew something was up. They'd never make it very far. Eventually, the couple made it to his counter. It seemed like they'd finally run out of things to put in the cart, which was stacked like a Jenga Tower. The couple stood on one side of the cart while the homeless man stood on the other. But things were about to take a turn for the worst when they decided to pay. Would they get away with it?

Just as they started unpacking their cart onto the counter and Harry scanned the items, he noticed something that made his hair stand on end. One item in particular seemed out of place; it just didn't make any sense. But before he could do anything else, the man spoke to him: "Hi there, we're buying all this for this homeless man. He deserves it." But Harry didn't buy it. His eyes narrowed, more suspicious than ever. But the nail in the coffin was when they decided to pay. The method they used would have him weak at the knees and nearly falling over. He knew what he had to do. He reached under the counter and did what he had to; otherwise, they would have gotten away with it.

Harry Olssen was a regular guy who lived in Pennsylvania his whole life. The young man spent nights pursuing his passion, studying television and film. He dreamed of one day directing something, but in the meantime, his dream wouldn't pay the bills. Actually, it did quite the opposite. He had to juggle living expenses with his school fees. It wasn't always easy, but Harry tried his best to always make it work. At least living alone with just a cat had its perks; he only had to look out for himself. He had a tiny flat on the dingy side of Philadelphia.

Every day, he walked five blocks to get to his job working as a humble cashier. The money was a bit lacking, but he needed every penny to keep himself afloat. After working there for over a year, Harry thought he'd seen everything the place had to offer. This included all of the strange interactions with customers. He'd seen a blind man come in and buy carrots to help his blindness. He'd seen people try to shoplift hold turkeys on Thanksgiving. But the man hadn't seen everything; he was going to be surprised with another odd interaction soon enough. But this one would have him in a dangerous situation.

It started out like any other normal day. Harry woke up and saw that his shift started in an hour. He got out of bed and got ready for the day; showered, brushed his teeth, and drank some coffee. He ate a small breakfast and got dressed before heading out the door. But the man was oblivious to what was going to happen at work that day. Harry got to work just on time and quickly got behind the counter. He greeted his co-workers and got ready for another boring day. He didn't see his boss, but he wasn't surprised. Harry's boss was rarely seen in the front of the store. He'd be in the back, or he wouldn't even be there and rather out somewhere else. This man was largely alone; his co-workers were generally tending to their own jobs, like taking stock or packing the shelves. That meant that at the front of the store, he had to deal with problems personally. Whenever there was a problem, he would have to solve it himself; he had no one else to rely on, and today would be no different.

Harry was staring into space, daydreaming of filming an epic modern Shakespeare tragedy when he noticed movement by the front door. It opened, and three people walked through the door. He snapped out of his daydream and looked at the prospective customers, but he immediately felt like something was off. It seemed like a strange match. There was a man and a woman, clearly a couple from the way they were holding hands when they walked through the door, but the third man looked ragged. He was clearly homeless. But why was he with them? Had he followed them in from the street? He had no idea. Harry didn't want to judge the homeless man too harshly. When the man from the couple turned around and spoke to him in a friendly manner, it was clear they were together. But what was the arrangement?

Harry decided to keep a closer eye on all of them as they made their way through the store. He watched as they took the biggest shopping cart they had. The couple started at the produce section. He watched them pile all sorts of fresh fruit and vegetables in the cart. He saw them gesture to the homeless man, and then it clicked. They must be buying his groceries. His heart warmed, thinking there were still good people in the world. But isolation would be short-lived. Harry was smiling at the prospect that one man wouldn't go hungry today because of the kindness of strangers.

But the further they went, the more taken aback he was. He expected them to get the essentials for the homeless man, but they only started to make Harry doubt their intentions as they started packing things he didn't expect. Maybe they were also shopping for themselves; this didn't seem too weird. They could have just been people well-off enough to shop for themselves and a man in need. But after watching the way they shopped, he felt like it was wrong to think that they were good people. He felt like there was something wrong going on. Could he get to the bottom of it?

It was the way they shopped that made him feel weird. They weren't carefully picking out items; they were careless, knocking anything they saw into the cart without a second thought. It was as if the items were free; they didn't care what they got, just as long as they packed their cart full. But the real kicker would come when he noticed what was in their cart.

Harry had a funny feeling since the trio walked into the store. He didn't normally pay much attention to shoppers, but there was something eye-catching about them. He didn't want to judge, but he just felt like something was off. The cashier had no idea that his gut was right; alarm bells would go off in his head when they tried to pay. His eyes narrowed as he watched them carefully, even though the homeless man had accompanied them. He saw the man from the couple taking the lead. He kept a keen interest in the trio as he helped ring up other customers, but his eyes would linger on the monitor as they made their way down the aisles, not slowing down with a cart loading. Harry noticed the route they were taking would put them right by his counter. They were getting closer by the minute and would eventually be by the front door and his counter. Were they going to try and dash out with the items? That didn't make sense, but he knew something was up. They'd never make it very far.

Eventually, the couple made it to his counter. It seemed like they'd finally run out of things to put in the cart, which was stacked like a Jenga Tower. The couple stood on one side of the cart while the homeless man stood on the other. But things were about to take a turn for the worst when they decided to pay. Would they get away with it? Just as they started unpacking their cart onto the counter and Harry scanned the items, he noticed something that made his hair stand on end. It just didn't make any sense. But before he could do anything else, the man spoke to him: "Hi there, we're buying all this for this homeless man. He deserves it." But Harry didn't buy it. His eyes narrowed, more suspicious than ever. But the nail in the coffin was when they decided to pay. The method they used would have him weak at the knees and nearly falling over. He knew what he had to do. He reached under the counter and did what he had to; otherwise, they would have gotten away with it.

Harry noticed one of the items. If they really were all for a homeless man, why would they need a pool cleaner? But then the man tried paying. That was what really set Harry off. They stepped forward and paid with a normal debit card. But that's when Harry finally realized why something was off. The homeless man recognized him. He had a GoFundMe. Harry had seen the homeless man on a GoFundMe page. He asked the couple if they were paying using the money from that. They nodded but insisted the groceries were his, and they were using their card because he didn't have one. Harry had heard enough. He didn't believe them. He reached underneath the counter and pushed the panic button. It automatically dispatched a police officer to the store. The police arrived shortly after and detained the couple. They released them temporarily and launched an investigation.

They were found to have been using the GoFundMe money they raised for the homeless man on themselves. But there was a happy ending. The homeless man, whose name was Eric Whitaker, ended up getting the remaining money. As for the couple, they had to pay a hefty fine and were sentenced to 5 years in prison on conspiracy charges