I think it was Sunday sometime in January
I could be wrong and I guess it isnt necessary
but I remember that the ground was made of snow
and if you go outside you better take your coat
I must've been 19 years old I had a cashier job at a convenient store
working the counter making minimum dough
selling discounts smokes to the neighborhood folk
I didnt pay much thought to his ski mask
its Minnesota man your face will freeze fast
but i bet that I looked sort of dumb when i first caught sight of his bright orange gun
there I am adrenaline high and trying to decide how I feel about his right hand
is that a god damn? wait a minute it is a flare gun and guess where hes aiming it
you probably aint here to win the lottery
so you obviously gotta be robbing me
He nodded his head so I opened up the till
And grabbed the paper bag for the money cause I know the drill
I handed him the cash and the food stamps
He just stood there lookin all confused and
I'm thinkin yo why the fuck ain't he movin
Come on crazy white boy don't do somethin stupid
That bag is worth maybe two thirty
Not enough for you ta pull the trigger back and burn me
By now you should be down the street
Ain't you never seen the way they do this shit on t.v.
Ya it was fun but it's done so get out
"uh do you want me to lay down on the ground and start counting"?
Before the ski mask even started noddin I was already on some
"one one thousand two one thousand"
The front door beeped I heard him leave
So I called my boss and the richfield police
Gotta close the shop and lock the doors
Cause some trailer trash just robbed te store
And everybody acted so suspicious
I guess the flare gun story seemed fictitious
Are you accusing me of petty embezzlement
Don't ya see my left over adrenaline
Bosses and cops can be my friend
Never felt loyalty to either again
And to keep it real the irony didn't set
Until a year later when I got fired for stealing cigarettes
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