That Son Of A Gun Got Exactly What He Asked For
When my dad was about eighteen, he worked for a gardening center in Chicago. Every night, my dad’s job was to close up and walk the money from the registers to the owner’s house.
One night, right before closing, a guy came in and pulled a gun out, demanding all the money in the register. Dad was the only one there, so with a gun in his face, he opened the register and gave the guy like $60. The dude obviously took the cash and ran off, and Dad, being the calm guy he is, just shook it off and locked up.
He still had to go to the owner’s house, so he did, and he explained to the owner that they had been robbed.
Owner: *Worried* “How much money did we lose?”
Dad: “It was about $60.”
The owner was pretty relieved because, obviously, he expected to have had more money stolen.
Owner: “That’s all we made today?”
Dad: “No! Here’s your $3,000.”
Since Dad’s job was to walk the money to the owner’s house every night, he had already cleared out most of the register and put the money in his jacket pocket, only leaving some extra cash in the register in case someone came in last minute and he needed change. So, Dad stood there with a gun pointed at him and $3,000 hidden in his pocket and gave the guy with the gun $60 because he asked for the money in the register.