Christy Rozek--Assignment #7--Pistol, sunflower, professor, salt shaker, studebaker

My hand hesitated as I reached for my pistol “hands behind your head, give me all the salt shakers you’ve got!” The store clerk thought I was crazy, but he loaded-up a bag with all the salt shakers (with no salt in them, of course), and handed it to me cautiously. This was my second heist, I’ve moved up in the world, from electrical plugs, to salt shakers. I stood there, with my gun raised, arms extended, ready to get scary if anyone tried to call the cops. I felt my gun being grabbed from someone behind me, and I turned around to see my chemistry professor. I tried to grab the pistol back from her, but she recoiled and fired two shots at me, I looked down to see two sunflower seeds; split upon impact against my rock-hard abs. I was shocked that my professor would ruin everyone’s belief that I had real bullets in there. I ran for it, across the parking lot, and into a nearby Laundromat. “Okay kid “screamed my professor “put down the salt shakers and nobody will get hurt” I thought that was an unreasonable request, after all, she had given me a c on my paper about sodium chloride. “I won’t, I won’t do it! “Not until you let me rewrite my paper!” I fled again, now into the Studebaker lot, they seemed to have an inordinate amount of wagons willed with produce for these modern times. I hid behind a bronze statue of Henry Studebaker and tried to reassess my options.