"You really want the money, here take it," as I pressed the alarm under the counter. The alarm went off, but I realized the cops would not be here for awhile. I slowly arose from the table feeling foolish after making a catch phrase for this anticlimactic situation. He laughed and pointed the gun at my head, "Now give me two good reasons why I shouldn't kill you."
"two?" What's my luck that I have to come up with two good reasons instead of one? "Well I can get you some more free lottery tickets"
"And...?"
This guy was actually serious, "and you can take my car...?"
"What kind of car is it?"
"Ford Fiesta" I said proudly
"Oh, I hear those are very fuel efficient"
"And with a 6-speed twin-clutch unit" braggingly saying, uninterested in the fact I had a gun to my face"
"Very cool, that works here hand me the keys." I gave him the keys and then he added, "Ok well I'm gonna get going, but we should hang out sometime." The robber walked out the door leaving me more confused then ever. Then my phone started ringing. It was my manager.
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