The Shark Agenda

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Day 87: Convenience Store

Photo by Maarten van den Heuvel on Unsplash

Write about an experience you’ve had at a gas station or convenience store.

A continuation of Day 83: Magic

"EVERYBODY TO THE FRONT RIGHT NOW," a man shouted out in the quiet convenience store I was in. A tall Korean guy in the same aisle as me looked over, curiously. I shrugged and kept searching for cheesy snacks.

A gunshot rang out. A woman screamed. 

"I SAID EVERYBODY TO THE FUCKING FRONT NOW," the same man, presumably with the gun, screamed. "IF I HAVE TO SAY IT A THIRD TIME, SOMEONE IS GETTING A BULLET IN THE HEAD."

The tall guy and I exchanged terrified looks and quickly moved to the front with our hands above our heads. Both convenience store cashiers were behind the counter with their shaky hands raised in the air. Two other customers were sitting on the floor with their hands behind their heads. Two men with guns, one stocky with black hair and the other scrawny with acne scars covering his face, were standing near the door.

The stocky guy had his gun trained on the cashiers while the other guy motioned for me and the tall dude to get on the floor next to the other customers. The tall dude immediately sat down with his hands behind his head. 

I stayed where I was.

"Bitch, do you have a death wish? Sit the fuck down or I will put so much lead in you, they'll need your teeth to identify you," Acne Scars growled. 

"Please don't call me that," I said and raised my hand. He managed to pull the trigger but time had slowed all the way down.

Everything in the store was frozen, which still (even after 3 months) surprised and delighted me. I took out my phone and snapped multiple photos of the guys. "Should've worn masks, assholes." Then I called 911 and informed them that an attempted robbery and hostage situation was happening and hung up.

I walked up to Asshole #1 and took his gun from him, plucked the bullet from the air, wiped it and dropped it in his shirt pocket. Then I punched him in the dick for good measure. I walked up to Asshole #2, disarmed him and stepped back. I looked up at the security camera and saw the light wasn't actually on. I rolled my eyes, probably didn't even have batteries in it. Oh well, at least I didn't have to take the tape with me.

I unfroze the room. I laughed a little at the look of utter bewilderment on their faces when they realized I had their guns. Asshole #1's face went red, as the dick-punch pain rolled over him.

"What the fu-" His expletive was cut off by the screaming sirens of the police.