Due to ongoing investigation, I'll be brief. Last night, working at the pharmacy, a robber came in demanding Oxycontin. I thought it was a joke. So I asked if he had a gun? He lifted his shirt to reveal a pistol, which I immediately recognized as a Glock, carried Mexican style.
He asked for all the Oxycontin. So I went behind the counter and gingerly lifted the phone, laid it on the counter and dialed 911. I can barely hear the operator answering the call. All the while I was making loud noises with a paper bag saying, "SO YOU WANT ALL THE OXYCONTIN? OK, OK, I'LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING MAN." I was hoping the 911 operator would figure out what was going on.
I went to the safe, rummaged around there trying to stall him. He kept counting down for me--Like a shuttle launch. "You have 40 seconds....30 seconds...20 seconds...." A co worker saw what was happening and dialed 911 on his cell phone.
The robber continued repeating, "give me the bag, give me the bag!" I tried to stall him some more. He then counted, "5, 4, 3, 2, 1," pulled out his glock and racked the Slide. :wow: At this point, I thought the game's over, lets toss the bag to him. The coworker thought I was about to get blown away.
The robber fled on foot. He fell a few times while running, dropped the gun, then regained gun, and finally got into an awaiting getaway car w/driver.
The police dept descended onto my location like flies on poop. The turds were caught.
For all the excitment, I was so surprised by my reaction. I wasn't nervous. My heart wasn't racing. Everyone was laughing about it after it was all over.
He asked for all the Oxycontin. So I went behind the counter and gingerly lifted the phone, laid it on the counter and dialed 911. I can barely hear the operator answering the call. All the while I was making loud noises with a paper bag saying, "SO YOU WANT ALL THE OXYCONTIN? OK, OK, I'LL GIVE YOU EVERYTHING MAN." I was hoping the 911 operator would figure out what was going on.
I went to the safe, rummaged around there trying to stall him. He kept counting down for me--Like a shuttle launch. "You have 40 seconds....30 seconds...20 seconds...." A co worker saw what was happening and dialed 911 on his cell phone.
The robber continued repeating, "give me the bag, give me the bag!" I tried to stall him some more. He then counted, "5, 4, 3, 2, 1," pulled out his glock and racked the Slide. :wow: At this point, I thought the game's over, lets toss the bag to him. The coworker thought I was about to get blown away.
The robber fled on foot. He fell a few times while running, dropped the gun, then regained gun, and finally got into an awaiting getaway car w/driver.
The police dept descended onto my location like flies on poop. The turds were caught.
For all the excitment, I was so surprised by my reaction. I wasn't nervous. My heart wasn't racing. Everyone was laughing about it after it was all over.
