ONE FOR THE GIPPER

ONE FOR THE GIPPER

　

Robert Buckley slammed the cabinet front shut,

‘Damn I’m out of coffee. You might know on Sunday’

Since he had no one to complain to, he hopped in his Maserati, gunned the

engine and woke up half the neighborhood on the way to the grocery. The store had

sparse customers at eight in the morning but only one checkout was operating, ‘go figure’

he thought.

He picked up a few other items and waited patiently in line, when a mis-trodden

young man burst in front of him and pulled a 45 and pointed it directly at the middle aged

cashier,

“Give me all your money,’ he said, “and be quick about it.”



People scattered as quickly as they could but Robert calmly picked up something

in his cart and firmly pressed it to the robber’s spine,

“This is a glock I’m holding against your back. You make one move and I’ll blow

your spine into pieces. Do you understand? You turn around, you’re a dead man.

I am detective Robert Buckley and I could care less whether you live or die.”

He pressed harder and the robber winced at the pain,

“Drop your gun very slowly, don’t move and place your hands on you head, easy

now.”

The man behind Robert stood there frozen in awe. Robert took his free hand and

pointed to the customer’s belt, which he quickly removed and stood by Robert,

“Now put your hands behind your back slowly,.” he told the gunman.

　

Robert shoved the Glock even harder against the robber’s spine. The customer

behind Robert quickly tied the robber‘s hands tightly with his belt and two more grabbed

the robber and called the police. The customers still in the store broke out in polite

applause as Robert held his Glock high for everyone to see,

“The zucchini are rather hard this time of year, don’t you think?”