I asked him if he had a back room or back door. He kept pointing to the freezer.....the freezer gave me the creeps...we had a killer/robber here a few years back....a white guy....who liked to line 'em up in the freezer at McDs and CapDs after close and shoot 'em execution style..
But you're right....plate glass ain't squat. I had hoped the clerk had some heat but he wouldn't have handed off to me anyhow....he was mighty spooked by me as much as them.....
I told him he was in America now.....that some of these punks don't play around. My first thought after I saw their weapons was that the store had poker machines in back or were number runners.....not uncommon around here....that these boys were looking for more than a cash register.
My remaining grey matter was in overdrive.
Slap your hip pocket, utter something, as a previous poster mentioned like "Oh s**t- no wallet", get back in the Bradley, pivot steer in the parking spot, advance, grind the crack-pants bangers into the mashed steel of the Yukon, and tell the RO "Must've been spontaneous acceleration. I'm considering suing FMC."
Just kidding, of course. Good job. :-D