(a man walks into a convenience store. he is in his mid 30s and wearing a flannel shirt with a black baseball cap pulled down low across his eyes. he is physically deshevelled, unshaven, and frantic. he walks to the counter.)

cashier - can i help you sir?

man - yes. i need, uh, a pack of gum, this magazine and, uh, $350.

cashier - excuse me?

man - uh, yeah. just fill this donut box with all the large bills in the drawer.

cashier - is that a starter pistol, sir?

man - what? no! don't make this difficult.

cashier - i'm afraid i'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

man - just give me the money, okay?

cashier - i'm sorry sir, but we're out.

man - how can you be out of money?

cashier - we just are. come again, sir.

man - look. i need this money. you don't understand.

cashier - are you begging?

man - oh, forget it.

(man exits. cashier goes about his business.)

 

THE END