Stories about sham during inspections. I watched somewhere on the exit from a large supermarket, how the security service worked. There was a phone call when one of the buyers came out with a couple of bags. Two security officers immediately approached him and polently asked him to leave. Then followed by checking the contents of the packages, checking the store cheque. It took a minute, a maximum of two. Immediately the elder, apologizing, gets somewhere from under his shelf a chocolate tile and handed it to the "victim". The buyer smiles and goes away in bags and with chocolate, and I am standing asleep, smiling too. So pleasant from this scene. I think it is service.
I forgot to clarify. It was in Frankfurt am Main.