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In the ever boring town of Saline were two guys looking for something to get into. Paul usually had the ideas and I usually followed along on the ones that seemed of interest. It was a hot steemy day. What should we do. We could hold up the old gas station in Lucky. That would be fun. What could possibly get our adrenalin pumping more than that? I had never been involved in anything like this before and I don't think Paul had either. Paul kept a stick in his pocket as a pretend gun and gave me one also. A bad idea I thought. I tried to talk my way out of it but Paul just wouldn't let up. After being referred to as a wuss for longer than my pride could handle, I gave in. In and out, quick and easy. So we're going over how this is supposed to work. Here was our plan. 1. Paul would go in first and I would follow. 2. We hold our pretend guns in our pockets and get the cash register money 3. peacefully exit the store, only stopping to get a candy bar or such. 4. driving home like nothing ever happened and counting our loot which could be up nearly $60 in such a small town. No one would ever think it was us. We've never been in trouble before.
We borrowed my moms 1985 bright green Toyota station wagon with no air conditioning that we cleverly called "the Pickle" for the heist. That was mistake #1. Everyone within a fifty mile radius knew who that car belonged to. It was definitely an attention getting car but for the wrong reasons. I miss that car. I let Paul drive because I was so nervous I could hardly remain sane. I was sweating so nervously that I couldn't hardly see. Good thing we were both wearing shorts. As we're driving Paul pulls out two pair of panty hose. I was completely confused. "Wear this for the heist" Paul said. With one eyebrow raised, I took the panty hose. At this point, although he'd never admit to it, Paul began to show nervousness too. A calmness came over me when I realized I wasn't alone in my state of fear.
We run into the store with our sticks in our pockets like we were gonna do something. We go to the cashier, which was also the owner. He looked frightened at first, looking at Paul, then down towards his, what he thought was a gun. Then he turned to me. His look completely changed. He looked back at Paul then back at me. It was an awkward moment of silence. Paul finally looked over and his whole facade broke down. "Damn it, Brad!" Paul said.
You'll remember the eyebrow raising over the panty hose? I was so nervous and scared that I didn't realize that the panty hose was for me to put over my face. Picture this. A boy about 15 trying to rob a store with a tank top shirt, high top tennis shoes, and panty hose from shoes up to my waist over my sweaty shorts, and a look on my face like it was my first day on Earth. Now what do we do? Paul, being the quick thinker he is, told the cashier/owner that it was all just a prank on me. The owner laughed at me like no one had before or has since. He even called his wife in from the house behind the store to look at this. She brought her camera. My picture is still in his store like one of those FBI's most wanted pictures. That was the beginning and end of our robbing spree.
We borrowed my moms 1985 bright green Toyota station wagon with no air conditioning that we cleverly called "the Pickle" for the heist. That was mistake #1. Everyone within a fifty mile radius knew who that car belonged to. It was definitely an attention getting car but for the wrong reasons. I miss that car. I let Paul drive because I was so nervous I could hardly remain sane. I was sweating so nervously that I couldn't hardly see. Good thing we were both wearing shorts. As we're driving Paul pulls out two pair of panty hose. I was completely confused. "Wear this for the heist" Paul said. With one eyebrow raised, I took the panty hose. At this point, although he'd never admit to it, Paul began to show nervousness too. A calmness came over me when I realized I wasn't alone in my state of fear.
We run into the store with our sticks in our pockets like we were gonna do something. We go to the cashier, which was also the owner. He looked frightened at first, looking at Paul, then down towards his, what he thought was a gun. Then he turned to me. His look completely changed. He looked back at Paul then back at me. It was an awkward moment of silence. Paul finally looked over and his whole facade broke down. "Damn it, Brad!" Paul said.
You'll remember the eyebrow raising over the panty hose? I was so nervous and scared that I didn't realize that the panty hose was for me to put over my face. Picture this. A boy about 15 trying to rob a store with a tank top shirt, high top tennis shoes, and panty hose from shoes up to my waist over my sweaty shorts, and a look on my face like it was my first day on Earth. Now what do we do? Paul, being the quick thinker he is, told the cashier/owner that it was all just a prank on me. The owner laughed at me like no one had before or has since. He even called his wife in from the house behind the store to look at this. She brought her camera. My picture is still in his store like one of those FBI's most wanted pictures. That was the beginning and end of our robbing spree.
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