Boy clerk eats my Ice cream

 It takes me ten minutes to put all the flavors of ice cream in my bowl. I carefully curate the flavor combination, the anticipation makes my mouth water. I take it to the scales and weigh it, the price per gram seems high.
The boy clerk demands a tip on top of the payment. I reluctantly hand over my card, the boy clerk behind the register charges it. He can't have been older than seventeen, plump and tan, real leisure lover I'm sure.

He hands me the card, I take it politely. I reach for the bowl of ice cream, he grabs it and pulls it back over to his side of the counter.
"That's mine" I said outraged.

He looked up as if I had said nothing, his eyes almost twinkled with indifference.
Taking his spoon And motioning into two scoops of special combination.
I screamed "If you start eating that... " But he cut me off.
"You'll what?" 
Two male police officers walked in. Accompanying me at the cash register.

"Oh thank God you guys popped in, The clerk here just charged me for that ice cream he's eating, I spent ages creating that special mix."
The boy stopped for a split second a slight look of surprise and went on eating, not even showing any delight between mouthfuls of my refined concoction.

One of the cops leaned in. "Wow you really got a good combination there."
The other one nodded as they watched the boy spoon in the next mouthful.
The boy clerk had actually spilt a little of the icecream down his chin and on his collar.
I thought to myself this little jerk probably doesn't even like the flavors, he's just eating it to get a rise out of me and it's working.

"Look" I said. "You are getting ice cream all over you shirt you silly boy, and that is my ice cream, I paid for it, you watched me make my bowl, and now you are eating it all." I could feel a tear backing in and out of the corner of my eye.

The cop closest to me grinned. "Are you going to cry now? It's just a bit of icecream and he's just a kid, why don't you give the kid a break."
"It's stealing" I shouted.
The cop said. "Just get another one, I'll pay for it if you like." The cop seemed just so happy go lucky. And his partner looked like he'd been slurping the happy juice, his grin was glued to his face. His face didn't change the whole time. kind of like those managers you get at companies, who play the charisma game. Give you the happy smiles, then when you least expect it make you take the fall for something they did.

I tried to extract the abrasive tone from my voice. "If I get anothere bowl, who's to say he doesn't charge me and eat the whole thing down like he is doing with this bowl."
The grinning cop gave me the side glance then focused back on the boy. "He's really getting through it isn't he?" The grinning cop said.
The other cop nodded, It was like they had a bet on for hpw fast he could eat it.

I laughed sarcastically. "That's why he's gotten so round." Both cops turned to me.
The one closest said "I can't believe you are fat shaming the kid, How'd you like to see the inside of a jail cell today?"
"But the kid stole from me, you should take him to the station." But both were ignoring me. Their attention refocused onto the spoilt kid whose lips had dark milky stains on them.
Seconds later the bowl was empty. The two cops turned and walked out as if they had just walked out a cinema.

The boy clerk eyed me. "Yes, is there anything else you would like?"
"Yeah, as a matter of fact I would like my money back." i responded confidently.
"I'm sorry no refunds." He said smugly rubbing his hands together.
"Well I didn't pay to watch you eat it." I said.
He looked at me as if I said something incredibly offensive.

I finally gave in.
"Ok I'll get another bowl, but this time after I weigh it you must stand back and let me take it.
And if you don't I'll take it with me out the door."
Again the indifferent sparkle as if he was enjoying the tenseness of the moment.

So there I went one more time, But this time I didn't bother with any of my favorite flavors, I selected from the boxes The icecream was semi melted. Before The boy clerk could protest I took bowl and threw at his neck shirt and pants covering him.

"Wow you really look good now, that was really good value." He screamed, but I was gone before the cops could reappear."
When the boy clerk is on his shift I always pass by and throw a small open container of Thai fermented fish sauce inside his shop. Just making sure I'm out of his line of sight.
They say it's character building. So I'm happy to volunteer my hard efforts for his growth.