I interposed myself between him and his escape route in such a manner that he fell to the floor somewhat winded.
At this point a staff member and the security guards had arrived and after recovering his breath somewhat the suspected thief looked up at me and cursed. Boy did he swear.
He knew me. I recognized him to be one of our most prolific shoplifters.
The last time we had met, roughly three weeks ago I'd said to him:-
"If you are brought before my Bench again, you'll be going down those stairs instead of out the front door."
On that occasion we handed down a suspended sentence.
The store manager had by then arrived and asked if I'd be prepared to make a statement to the Police and warned me that if so I might have to go to Court. The chap who had held on to him was also willing to do so.
I assured him that there would be no problems
Some people are just plain unlucky.