Hellidays - When Bad Holidays Happen To Good People

My family and I were Christmas Eve shopping at a department store in Stockton, California. I was about 10 years old and I wanted to buy a Tootsie Roll bank for my cousin. I went into a one checkout lane to buy her gift while my family was in another lane.

All of a sudden, we heard loud sounds, like fire crackers. I didn’t really know what was going on. Next thing we knew, one of the clerks is yelling numbers for the cashiers to put in (I guess to lock the registers) then people are screaming and running around. I was really freaked out, as I was not near my family at this point. I was crawling around people who were on the floor as I looked for my family. It was total chaos, with everyone screaming in terror.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, I found them. I can’t remember how long we waited but finally we were able to get up. The police detained us so they could talk to my grandfather. He had been waiting at the front because he hated shopping and waiting in lines.

Apparently, when my grandfather was coming in the front door, he had bumped into the security guard who was coming to pick up the money. The robbers followed him in the store and killed the guard after he collected the money from the safe. They wanted to see if my grandfather had gotten a good look at them. Apparently, he had. They were caught that night.
Posted on 12/16/2009 at 09:20AM by Anonymous
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