The Hold Up Part 2

In case you missed it... Yesterday, I started to relive my experience of being held up while working as a manager of my parents florist shop. Here's the rest of the true story.



He pulled out a knife. “We don’t want to hurt you. We just want the money.”

I nearly passed out.

They stood by the door, waiting for me to react. Apparently, the punks weren’t the brightest because in order for me to get to the till, I would’ve had to approach them. Like that was going to happen. Instead, I shouted something about having more money in the back room. Then, I escaped out the rear door and told my employee to call the cops.

The guys immediately took off.

After the incident, and the lecture from the cops to not play hero, we installed a security camera.

A week or two later, the boys came back with another cup. They must’ve figured that plan worked better. As they entered, they looked up at the camera. Without hesitation, they asked my employee to toss their garbage and left. This only drew more attention to the punks because there were trash cans outside they could’ve used.

The police later told us these dudes were really bad apples. They were responsible for burning cars and churches, assault, and burglary. Totally not the harmless boys I thought they were.

So, why did I take such a risk? Well, I didn’t realize my life was actually in danger. The guys seems so timid that I felt they were more afraid than I was. And the knife they had was just a small knife. I'm not sure why, but it never registered that a knife is still a knife and can kill me. I guess I’m a victim of watching too many murder scenes on TV. The other thing was, like I said before, I had no intension of getting any closer to the knife or the punks. Luckily, there was a back door or I’m not sure what would’ve happened. And the last reason I didn’t give into these guys was that I considered this to be my business. They’d already robbed us once. I wasn’t going to give in to their demands and allow them anymore of our hard earned money. That being said, my pride would’ve dashed out the window if I hadn’t had an escape route, the guy’s knife was bigger, or either punk had been more aggressive.


What do you think you would’ve done?