Belgian Vandalism

I was memorising the slightly obnoxious sugary needs of a group of three stopping by for their ‘gouter’ when an elegantly dressed man came into the restaurant and asked me whether I knew that someone was stealing beer cases from our storage space. I couldn’t help but laugh, it seems natural yet completely counter productive to steal a number of heavy cases of beer from a Belgian restaurant. The man didn’t seem as entertained as I was and pointed urgently towards a homeless guy steadily yet fairly slowly pushing a shopping cart full of ‘Jupiler’ cases in the not-so-far distance. I eventually ran upstairs to ask Arian, a rather insecure Algerian with a very studied attitude, to save the day. Since he is rather cold and distant and I was feeling maternal that afternoon, I picked him to be the ‘hero of the day’. The elegantly dressed man and him didn’t have to run much to catch up with the poor dude. I had to swing by the kitchen and missed most of the action. When inquiring about the outcome of the situation, Arian answered: “Ben, j’ai juste tout recuperer, qu’est-ce tu veux faire?”. He was right, there’s something wrong about reprimanding a homeless man trying to get a couple euros against a bunch of empty bottles.