I was just about to clock out and head home to mom's house, where I still lived, when all of the sudden the click of a gun was heard and the barrel was to my head. All he wanted was the money in the register. I didn't care if I died, so I didn't give him the key right away. With violence, he finally managed to get his hands on them. He stole all the money, and a bunch of candy, too. I had to explain what had happened to my boss. He fired me, even though it wasn't my fault.