Pilfered in Flash Fiction

My physician claimed I was 5′ 6 1/4” inches. I used to tower at 5′ 8 3/4″ inches. If I were a retail store, such an incidence of pilfering would call for a store-wide meeting, where the supercilious manager, who drives home early during bad weather while their employees remain behind, would harass the staff about doing a better job at being police…which is not their job. Or if it is, then they should be paid better for it.

But since I’m not a retail establishment but a person, I must conclude…that I’m being pilfered by Time.