We picked what was always the slowest part of every night
for our respective businesses. We decided the best thing to do was to rob his
gas station because there weren’t any cameras, and the lighting was poor in
every direction. It was easy, and it was fast.
It was 3am and I left my job to walk a block down $*%&@$#
Avenue to where my friend worked in a little island of a gas station. We had
everything planned well in advance, so all I had to do was walk by and he had
everything ready for me. It was in a bag, so I grabbed it and left. All that
was said was “I’ll give you a minute”, which meant I had a minute to get back
to work before he called the police. When he did, he simply told them he had
been held up by a black man with a revolver and he took all of the cash and
some cartons of cigarettes, and headed down the opposite direction of me.
Sitting on my stool behind the register, I watched a number
of police cruisers rush by and out of view. I knew where they were going. The
story he gave them had been rehearsed for days and it worked. He even threw a
carton of smokes out on the street in the direction that the alleged assailant
had run off in. He said that a man in a mask approached the small window and
inserted a gun. He demanded all of the cash from the register and the ground
safe, which could easily be seen by any customer. He obliged, for he was in
fear of his life. The robber then commanded him to hand over all of the
Marlboro Reds, however non-stereotypical of a black man, and he then fled.
My friend was a good liar—actor. He later said he was
trembling when he was telling the story to the police, and they never suspected
a thing. Shortly after I got back, a police officer stopped in my work and
asked if I’d seen anybody suspicious around. I claimed that half an hour
earlier, a man had come up to the door wearing a mask, but the door doesn’t
open without my remote buzzer and he took off in a Southern direction down the
street. He then told me that another station just down the street had been
robbed at gunpoint. I told him I knew the guy that worked there and was he
okay? He told me he was shaken up, but otherwise just fine. He left.
Two hours later, my replacement came to take over for the
morning shift. I closed out my register, grabbed my backpack, and walked home.
When I arrived, my friend was waiting with a big smile on his face. We split up
the loot, and laughed about the incident. I’ve never spoken of this incident to
anybody, ever. And I decided to let it out because the statute of limitations
is up on it. So, there ya go.
I’m keeping this one short, as I am off for a run. Until
next time!
