Here’s a continuation of yesterday’s adventure. This is a true story.
He pulled a knife from his jacket and pointed it at me.
Only a few feet separated my flesh from the tip of the knife. My heart raced. I couldn’t believe these nice boys were the robbers. What could I do? How was I going to get out of this situation without getting hurt and without handing over my hard-earned money?
I stood there, frozen.
“We don’t want to hurt you. Just get us the money.” The young guy’s voice trembled almost as much as his hands.
He was just as scared as I was.
The punks were stationed near the door we’d used to enter the cooler, which made sense considering the register was on the other side of that door. However, I had no intention of getting any closer to the knife.
“There’s more money in the office,” I said as I rushed through the other door to our back room, knowing my employee was there.
I slammed the door. “Call the police! We’re being robbed!”
She dropped her snips, her eyes like a deer meeting its fate.
I peeked through the cooler window just as the guys tore out of the store. Without hesitation, we called the cops and reported the attempted robbery.
The punks didn’t give up. They returned another time with an empty cup, probably realizing they’d had better results the first time around. They looked at our new security camera, exchanged glances, and asked the employee to toss their garbage as they left.
Police officers eventually caught the guys. Apparently, I had misjudged them. They’d seemed so nervous and harmless. Yet, these were BAD kids. They’d caused all kinds of trouble in the neighborhood, anything from burning cars and churches, to assault. Thank goodness I had a second door to allow my escape. I don’t want to consider what could’ve happened. AND I certainly never wanted to experience anything like that again, which is why I wouldn’t display the knives and forks at my garage sale. Still sound paranoid? Maybe, but I feel safer for it.
Have you had a life-threatening experience?