I worked at a "fillin'" station back in the late seventies when I was in high school, worked nights and weekends. Anyway one night about 9:00 this black guy comes in wearing a grey hooded sweatshirt with his hands in the front pocket of his sweatshirt. He said he was walking to a town north of us and was hungry and could I float him a loan to buy some food, I said I only had a couple of bux but he was welcome to it. He pulled a .38 snubby out of his pocket and said the register had plenty in it. Now, I was 16 and a big kid at the time and played football, fairly macho, I thought, I also had a snubby .38 in my coat pocket that belonged to the boss. I forgot the gun in my pocket and just froze. I mean, I REALLY forgot I had the pistol, I was not really scared I just could'nt believe this was happening, like maby it was a joke or something. He was'nt joking and fired one shot into the beer case and said GIMMIE THE MONEY (Blankety blank)!!!!!! Just as I opened the cash drawer somebody drove up and dinged the bell and he ran. Turns out the customer was an off duty cop and the creep was caught within the hour. They brought him back in and asked if this was him, "Yes," I said. Then they pulled out his .38 snubby, "Was this the gun he used???" I would have swore he had pulled out a BIG gun, not this dinkie little thing. But it was and the guy was packed off and I never had to testify or anything. Don't know what happened. It was only after I went home and was talking to my dad that I remembered the gun in my pocket. Don't know if it was a good thing or not that I forgot the gun. I have wondered about it ever since.
Glad you came out okay though