Tonight I was mystery shopping a Chevron just before 10 p.m. in a rural farming community in central California. I know this community well, not from mystery shopping, but because i have spent some time there photographing it. The inhabitants are mostly poor migrant workers and few speak English.
I am looked at with suspicion during the day. For example, one time I saw a guy selling huaraches out of his truck in a grocery store parking lot. I really wanted a pair of genuine huaraches and not the fake ones from WalMart or Payless. He wouldn't sell them to me. He became wary and afraid of me.
Another time I stopped in a Mexican bakery hoping to find some of the cookies that look like watermelon slices and the Mexican yam and sweet potato candies (can't remember what they are called). Had a terrible experience as the clerk again seemed afraid of me,
So, at almost 10 at night I was especially wary of conducting the shop but decided to so anyway. When I arrived I noticed three young teens near the front door on their BMX bikes. I went inside, checked the restroom, found something to purchase and got into line. I realized at that point another adult customer was buying a bottle of liquor for one of the boys . . . Or rather using his ID so the boy could purchase it. The clerk put it in a grown paper bag and handed it to the boy. The boy thanked the other customer and quickly left with his score.
The clerk and I exchanged glances. He knew I knew and looked down. These three boys were likely in the 14-16 age range.
I've been slapped before for reporting something that was not specifically asked on the form. It won't stop me this time. But I'm curious what the rest of you would do. This was definitely my first and last shop at that station.