My Trip To The Gas Station

You're not gonna believe what happened!

My quick thinking came in handy the other day over at the gas station. I stopped to grab a tamale - you know, those Mexican things that are on the roller. I just love watching those things go round and round, don't you?

So, anyway, I was picking out my tamale, when all of a sudden, I heard the cashier yell, "NO!" I turned around and saw a guy at the counter trying to rob the store. He had on a yellow bandana and brown work boots. I just hate yellow and brown together. It always reminds me of something gross.

There were two big, burly guys in the store who were buying a couple of bags of Doritos and two cups of coffee. I thought for sure they were going to step in and do something, but they crouched down behind the pork rinds and were trembling like two baby lambs. I KNEW I had to do something!

So, I thought I'd flirt with the guy. I asked him, "Can I see your gun?" He must have thought I said, "Can I see your gum?" So, he said, "Sure!" He set the gun down, and pulled his gum out of his mouth to show me.

So, long story short, it all ended well. It was a big misunderstanding. It turned out the guy wasn't really trying to rob the store; he just wanted to ask the cashier for a date, and that's why she hollered, "NO!" (I guess she didn't like what he was wearing, either.) And, the gun I THOUGHT he had really wasn't a gun after all. It was a dirty tamale he had picked up off the floor.

And, the two big, burly guys? They weren't scared. They were actually crouching down to pick up other dirty tamales that had fallen on the floor, and the reason they were trembling is because they were jittery from drinking too much gas station coffee.

Glad I was there to save the day!