Saved by some cigarette coupons.
18, robbed at gunpoint while working a cash register, I frustrated the robber by having only $12 in the drawer. The robbery was not going well. It was the wee hours on the overnight shift. The store’d had a good night, and he knew by now that I had just dropped a ton of cash into a safe that wouldn’t open for hours. Betrayal was written on his forehead.
An ex-con told me later that, had it been him with that revolver, he’d have shot me right there on the spot. “Have to make a point, at that point.” Specious logic, but they don’t call them cons for nothing.
His finger was on the trigger, and I needed to change the subject. I looked down at the drawer, then at him — not the gun. And I offered him the change. Specifically, absurdly, I asked if the’d like the coupons and the change. I began to be helpful. I said I don’t know how much change there is…
Please think about that and wonder, too…
or what the coupons are worth…
Are you curious? Be curious.
but he might want those too.
If you‘re robbing a place that sells candy bars and cigarettes, you probably don’t have a freezer full of steaks.
The guy looked at me like I was out of my mind. I saw him actually consider that possibility. I think then he realized I was young, and assumed I was too dumb to die.
The dumb live forever, you know.
He reached over and took the whole drawer—change, coupons and all—and, with nice, full hands that then couldn’t point straight, left as quickly as he came.