Bah, I've had a gun pointed right at my pointie little head. Many years ago, I was maybe 20, I walked into a variety store (Target Variety up on the Mountain - it was a big variety story - like the size of a Rabba Foods) in Hamilton that was in the process of being robbed. I walked in, DID NOT EVEN REALIZE WHAT WAS GOING ON. You're not trained, you don't know. I became aware of a whole lot of shouting going on, and only figured it out when I saw the clerk standing there with his hands up, and a guy pointing a gun at him. And just as I figured out what the fuck was going on, the punk figured out that I was there. He comes flying over at me, levels the gun at me and SCREAMS at me to get to the side of the store. At that point, I still didn't know what to do, or how to react. All I did was say "OK", and move away - my mind racing. I didn't have time to figure out a plan. I'll never forget my friend, he said, "No problem buddy, no problem".
Anyway, guys goes flying out the door, we called the cops.
They were there within 60 seconds.
You still can't believe what just happened. Later on, you start formulating a plan, getting all tough, etc.
Horseshit - you can have the money, I'm not going to worry about it