Well, I did have a strange encounter with a shoplifter last year. It was on the 12th or 13th of November while I was doing my shopping, a few days before my birthday (irrelevant information, but I know it was a few days before). The man was French, just so you know and this happened in Flanders (the northern part of Belgium). As you all undoubtedly know, the relationship between Flanders and Wallonia is beyond rubbish and both sides of the country are always arguing. Hence the political issues of our country which are well-known beyond the borders of Europe.
Anyway, the anecdote. I was doing my normal shopping when I suddenly notice a man giving me weird and murdering glances without blinking his eyes, which immediately gave me a very strange impression. He had a cardboard box on top of a deep freezer while he was putting items under his shirt which he tucked back in his pants, so that nothing could fall out. At first, I wasn't a hundred percent sure if he was stealing, but his behaviour kept on getting stranger. He was staring at everyone, as if every customer inside the store was a potential tattletale.
I decided to head to the checkout as I had all my groceries. I was lining up at checkout B while the man in question was at checkout A. As I informed the cashier about his activities, he suddenly retreated from his queue and hastely went into an isle. While I was heading to the car and putting all my items inside the boot, the man angrily went to the cashier with a now empty shirt and cardboard box and yelled at her in front of the entire store: "VOIS, RIEN DEDANS," which is French for "Look, there's nothing inside!" This, I heard a week after, when I returned to the store for some more shopping. He also asked her what I had said to her, but the cashier refused to say what exactly.
In the meantime I was done with putting the items inside the boot and took place behind my steering wheel, while suddenly the French man came rushing out of the store, came to my window and ticked on it. As I opened my window, he arrogantly asked me: "Est-ce qu'il ya un problème?" (translation: "Is there a problem?"). At this point I seriously lost my temper. I started the engine and told him first to speak Dutch to me. I drove out of my parking space and yelled at him: "AND NEXT TIME, YOU PAY FOR YOUR FOOD!!" At this point I drove away from the store while the man was giving me gestures to step out of the vehicle and run amok in his face.
I have never seen the man since in the store, but it was certainly a thief. You could call it racist, since I discriminated the man for his language. However, there is a difference. If the man was a tourist, I wouldn't have reacted in such an aggressive manner and replied in French. And even then it's not exactly respectful not even to try and explain yourself first in Dutch.
I would've even accepted an English reply without a problem. But as I have said: the relationship between Flanders and Wallonia has grown so sour that a lot of people have had it with the French arrogant side of Belgium. And right-wing politics are enjoying a huge increase in votes. Actually, in a lot of countries that is the case, with the growing percentage of muslims and immigrants who refuse to adapt. But now I'm going off-topic. But anyway, you get my point.