Long story short, the initial plan didn’t work out. Minding my own business was fairly difficult while I carried such a large backpack. Nuts and tastycakes went into the main pocket. Oh, don’t mind me. Packing for a camping trip, that’s all. Quite the inconspicuous thief, if you ask me. Really got things under control.

Silently patrolling the store with my eyes, I saw an older woman paying. The next person in line was gone, and it was my time to shine. Under the disgusting fluorescent light, I approached the counter, gun in hand.

“Very slowly, put all of the money into this bag.
“What, you expect me to take orders from a beaner?”
“Xenophobic remarks aside,” I said, “I’ve got a gun and you don’t.”
“You’re right,” he said, and hastily grabs something under the counter—a gun or an alarm switch, I will never know. Zeal taking over, I pulled the trigger, gasping for breath and gaping at the soupy mess on the floor that was once a man’s brain.