Instead of placing groceries on the conveyor, she pulls a pistol from her purse and shouts, ”Gimmie money”!
The cashier and everyone else but the attractive robber and I run away screaming.
“That’s an air soft pistol.” I warn,” Put it down before you get shot”.
"Give me your money!”she screams.
“No, “I say.
“I’ll shoot you!”she threatens.
“My gun is real,” I smile.