Sunday, June 29th, 2003

I'm working at the store with Susannah when two black men come in. The shorter guy is wearing an orange knit cap. The larger guy is wearing a ski mask and has a glock in a shoulder holster. He looks at me and pats his gun. I'm overwhelmed with nervousness and fear. I consider opening the safe but pop the drawer instead. I start handing them cash, mostly stacks of ones. I'm frustrated that we have so much cash in the drawer. As I hand them money, I notice lots of pennies in the bill slots.

A customer comes up to the register, oblivious to the robbery, and wants to check out. I ignore him and finish giving the robbers the money. They finally leave and I grab the phone and follow them out.

Outside, I see them walking casually through crowds of people. I have truoble dialin 911 but finally get through. I tell them we've just been robbed but I get disconnected before I can give descriptions of the men. I lose the men in the crowds but keep trying to reconnect with the police.

I walk back to the store as it's getting dark. I pass a small white car pulling into an apartment complex parking lot. I see my dad & Vanessa inside the car. I consider telling my dad about the robbery but continue back to the store instead. As I walk, I'm still trying to redial the police but keep punching in the wrong numbers. My dad calls me on the phone, wanting to talk about something. I tell him I have to call him back later.