Robbery
We’re in the front of the grocery store. Check-out lanes are dark. No one is around. It was like this when Davey and I first entered the store. We had come in prepared to rob the joint right off the bat, but there hadn’t been anyone to rob. Davey goes over to the front doors while I check out an open cash drawer. There’s a till, but it’s empty. I didn’t really expect…Davey catches my eye. He’s got both hands trying to part the automatic doors. He’s grunting from the effort. I ask him, “What’re you doin?” He stops with the doors. “They won’t open,” he whines. Of course they won’t—they’re fucking locked. I locked them after entering the store. I shake my head. Unbelievable, I think. “Leave ‘em alone,” I say. I don’t wanna scream since someone might hear my voice and call the cops. Davey walks over and I point to the opaque windows on the top floor. “You think he’s up there?” I ask him. Davey shrugs. He doesn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground. “Come on,” I say. “Follow me.” We climb the stairwell and reach the top. Upstairs is dirty. Bits of paper are strewn on the carpet; a floor fan is running. Computers line desks. Because Davey likes to touch things that aren’t his, I tell him, “Don’t touch anything.” I had hoped to find the manager up here, but there’s no one. Damn. We leave.

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