"Please, pay for the beer you just slid into your backpack just now," I politely asked the burly man adorned with tattoos who recently barged inside the store I have been working in for a month.
"What beer?" the man stopped from trying to exit the store and stared right back at me. His eyes were red, and his breath just reeked of alcohol.
I took a step back, but I have to ask since the man has stolen from the store before and it was unjustly deducted from my pay.
I got scared by how deranged he looks. But I was desperate to help Jiro, at least with the payment of the house rent. He has suffered far too much and endured too much overtime just to make ends meet.
So I raised my voice despite the fear that clutched my heart.
"Please return it, you have to return it or pay for it," I ple
